This is my first story so I hope you guys enjoy it!
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Chapter 1: Leave, Get Out!
Normal Point of View
"YOU DUMB BITCH!" Travis slapped Rosabelle once again across the face and she fell to the floor. He told her to have dinner ready by 6:30 and she did, but he was the one to show up 45 minutes late. Travis always blamed her for everything that he did.
"WHY IS MY FUCKING DINNER COLD!" He yanked a hand full of her hair and banged her head against the floor. Rosabelle cried and screamed out in pain because it hurt her physically and emotionally. "I'm sorry Travis." Was all she could say.
"You're going to be sorry! Why do you have to be so damn stupid?" He kicked her in the stomach numerous of times. She tried crawling away but she was hurting so bad. He grabbed her hair once again, dragging her to the table and stuck her head in plate of food. He held her there for so long she almost passed out. As Rosabelle was gasping for air, Travis kicked her in the back making her cry in pain.
"Now, when I get back, this mess better be cleaned or it's going to be worse slut." He stormed out the kitchen and out the front door, leaving a helpless Rosabelle on the floor crying.
Rosabelle POV
I can't believe this. Why does he do this to me? What did I do to deserve this treatment? My back, stomach, and cheeks hurt so much that I knew my ribs where probably broken again. I've been with Travis Carlson for three years and I try so hard not to make him mad. But everything I try to do right is wrong in his eyes. Why me? I got to my feet, cleaned myself up and the mess that was made. I sat at the table and cried so hard that I was making my stomach hurt even more. I can't be treated like this anymore. Three years is enough and I need to leave.
"I won't be treated like this anymore. I refuse to take any more pain from you." I went upstairs packed my clothes and anything else I could grab. Some of my things had to stay but I didn't care. I seriously don't care anymore, I just want to get away. Good thing I had cash saved up that my brothers and parents sent me for emergencies. As I got in my car, I took a last look at the hell hole I called my Tennessee home.
"Florida, here I come." I said and drove off. I just hope that I can find him because I need him more than anything right now.
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