Chapter 1
I was never a strong person. I was average. I would never be nothing or never amount to anything. Or that's what my boyfriend, Jaxton, would tell me on a daily basis.
Jaxton was pretty controlling and made me feel like I had four legs instead of two. I tried my best to please him. But whatever I did ended up in my getting my ass beat. He would slap me if the eggs weren't done right, would shove me to the ground if I didn't do this laundry right, or if I didn't wash his favorite shirt right away when he said so. He didn't know how I would lock myself in the bathroom and put a blade to my wrists sometimes. I hated myself for being with him but I didn't have anywhere else to go. I damn near abandoned all of my family because I was "madly" in love with him. What was going on in our home was not in anyway, shape, or form, "love".
"Why the hell are there dishes still in the sink, Autumn?" Jaxton barked at me.
"I'll get to them in a minute, Jaxton," I replied, slightly annoyed.
"Did you just talk back to me, bitch?" Jaxton said, becoming enraged.
"I was not talking back to you," I said.
"You are now!" Jaxton said.
Jaxton came up to me and smacked me, sending me to the floor.
"You shut the fuck up and wash those goddamn dishes before I break your neck," he threatened then retreated to the room.
I got up, got a ziploc bag out of the drawer, and put some ice in it. I applied the ice pack to my face and sat back down on the kitchen floor.
I didn't know what I was going to do about this situation. I silently began to sob. I wanted out but I was extremely petrified of what Jaxton would do to me if I tried to get away from him. I couldn't even began to fathom that thought.
There had to be someway out. I needed to get out beore it was too late.