As Ally Dawson looked into the mirror, all she saw was a broken person. Tears rolled down her red splotched face. She was bruised and battered with circular cigarette burns over her arms and legs. A giant bruise covered her entire side and a large cut along her left shoulder blade. Her abusive boyfriend, Jackson stormed into the bathroom.
"Hey, if you mention any of this to anyone, I will kill you and your family", he threatened. Ally couldn't help but think of what just happened. She went back to the moment when she was folding Jackson's laundry and he stormed in, drunk with a marijuana filled cigarette.
"You need to stop drinking so much. You're underage and besides, you'll kill yourself", Ally stated.
Out of anger at what Ally had just said, Jackson took a swing at Ally's face. Ally tried to fight back with several upper cuts which would explain Jackson's bruised jaw. With all her will, Ally tried to fight back, but her petite body was just not strong enough to over come Jackson's muscular build. As Ally threatened to call the police, Jackson became angrier. He picked up a cheap glass vase and smashed it against along her left shoulder blade and left a gash that needed badly of stitches. While Ally cringed in pain, Jackson picked her up by the scruff of her collar and threw her against the wall. Her head throbbed and she figured she probably had a concussion. She then stood up and lunged for him and knocked him into the mirror. He sat there startled for a second and then smack her hard enough to throw her on and the floor and kicked her in the side.
"Thats enough for now", he grumpily mumbled.
Thats when she crawled into the bathroom.
She realized her eyes were closed from reliving the moment. She opened them. Jackson was standing there.
" I love you, you know" Jackson cackled.
"No you don't. I want to break-" Ally was interrupted by Jackson.
"Hey now, remember what I said about trying to break up with me" Jackson warned.
And she did remember. She was not allowed to object to him. If she did, she would be beaten. She was forced to move in with him into a small little white trailer home in a dangerous neighborhood and the house looked like it was about to fall over any second. There wasn't much inside, just a bedroom with a dresser, a small kitchen and a small old recliner chair with a 15 inch old tv in front of it. She was forced by Jackson to abandon college and join him in the little house.
She crouched in the corner, tears streaming down her face. This is how she would spend her life. Cowering from him. If only her best friend, Austin Moon was here...
Just then, there was a slam from the front door being kicked open. All she heard was the words of her rescue.
"Police! Put your hands in the air"