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Prologue

Bella's POV

I need to get away, I thought. I couldn't right now though. I couldn't fight back, I was already dizzy from the countless hits so far. I need to get away though, not just for my health. How was I going to do it? It was hard enough coming off the pills when I started to suspect, when everyone around me still used more than once daily. I'd tried coming off the smokes - my weed, but I couldn't let go of all my crutches that easily, the pain was bad enough without the pills.

"Aren't you going to give up yet bitch?" He screamed in my face. Yes! I wanted to scream. I couldn't, my jaw felt dislocated. I looked up as another blow came towards my body, my stomach. No! My mind screamed. I reacted and curled my body in on itself feeling the blow land on my back, near my spine. It was then I let the blackness surround me.

A week later…

I was laying in his arms watching a movie, I wasn't really watching though. All my cuts and bruises were healing, not at a great rate, but now I could reach over my head without the pain being substantial. Now was the time I realized. I had to go.

"I'm going to get a drink, do you want anything?" I asked politely whilst standing up.

"No babe, hurry back though." He replied.

"Always." I smiled and kissed his cheek, trying to keep my cringe from showing.

I walked to the door that lead towards the kitchen. I was lucky. The couch sat in the opposite direction, so he didn't see me slow to a stop by the door. I picked up the vase sitting on the side table by the door, it was a moving in present from a mutual friend. I walked back to him slowly, the floor creaked and I stopped, terrified.

"That was quick." He commented. "Are you coming to sit back down babe?" He started to turn around as I didn't answer. It was now or never. I raised the vase and used all my strength to bring it back down onto his head. Unconscious! Yes! I let out a breathe I didn't know I was holding. I didn't think I could do it. I rushed to grab the keys out of his still-formed pocket and headed to the bedroom to grab my pre-packed bag from under the bed, taking his entire stash that was next to it for good measure and ran. Just ran.

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