Phil came to my room. I was already so scared of the ordeal that I would now have to endure that I began to sink into the bed. The door creaked open.
' how's my little slave ?" he asked. I could not stop trembling. He was talking to me . I realized that he wasn't drunk today. This information made me sick . it meant that he would stay longer tonight. I shuddered when I thought about what I would have to endure tonight.
He left. Again I cried myself to sleep. After 3 years of rape and abuse I was sick of everything , life itself. I knew I had to run away from this or I would crumble. But I didn't know how. Where could I go . and even if there was somewhere I could go Phil wouldn't let me. I wasn't going to talk to Renée she was completely oblivious to what was happening. I didn't have any strength to share my secret with anyone. I already loathed myself. I was sure I would never be able to see the same disgust in anyone else eyes.
The next day
' Bella ' Renée called . I walked down the stairs despite the ache between my legs. 'You are going to forks'. That was it. No apologies. No questions and definitely no answers. I was not able to decide which emotion was more prominent – the relief or the hurt- in me.
But suddenly I realized it wasn't over. I was finally away from Phil. But nit the memories. Never the memories. They would haunt me. I was certain of that . I would never be loved. Who would love me. I was used and broken. There was no love destined for me in this pathetic excuse of a life. With tears in my eyes I packed my bags.
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