Chapter 2
Guys are assholes!!!!
We got home one night and he was quite drunk and that's when it started. I mean I was out with him how in the world was I supposed to have dinner on the table (Where is the logic in that???). He yells at me "Where the fuck is my dinner Bitch!!" I just stared at him and said "Huh dinner we just went out, I was out with you!" He raised his hand and he just hit me, he actually hit me and it hurt. Have you ever seen pretty women well I just have to use that line and say do they actually pull guys out of school and teach them how to hit? I mean it really hurt but not enough to bruise. I looked so shocked, my eyes must have been huge because he yelled again and said "Don't look at me like that" And he kicked me, I fell to the ground and grabbed my knee. He just kept on kicking and I curled up to protect my body as much as I could. I don't actually know what happened after that because I blacked out, when I came to, ouch. I got up and looked in the mirror, I was amazed there was no bruises on my face but when I stripped in the shower uugghh. I had this big ugly bruise on my rib, one on my stomach and there was blood on my knee when I fell. I just stood under the shower and let the water get rid of what he had done.
That was the first time but it wasn't the last. I know you are probably saying but why would I stay. I stayed because I didn't have a choice, I had no money, he took it all. But the biggest reason was, he had connections!
You name them and he knew them.
One night about 3 months ago I got up and 3am and looked at him asleep. He looks so peaceful when he is sleeping, not the bastard he is. I grabbed the money out of his wallet and I packed my measly belongings and headed for the airport. When I got on that plane I didn't think and I just did it. I never thought it would be that easy but it was. I made it to San Francisco and didn't look back. Of course I didn't count on my sisters betraying me in my time of need.
Guys are assholes!!!!
We got home one night and he was quite drunk and that's when it started. I mean I was out with him how in the world was I supposed to have dinner on the table (Where is the logic in that???). He yells at me "Where the fuck is my dinner Bitch!!" I just stared at him and said "Huh dinner we just went out, I was out with you!" He raised his hand and he just hit me, he actually hit me and it hurt. Have you ever seen pretty women well I just have to use that line and say do they actually pull guys out of school and teach them how to hit? I mean it really hurt but not enough to bruise. I looked so shocked, my eyes must have been huge because he yelled again and said "Don't look at me like that" And he kicked me, I fell to the ground and grabbed my knee. He just kept on kicking and I curled up to protect my body as much as I could. I don't actually know what happened after that because I blacked out, when I came to, ouch. I got up and looked in the mirror, I was amazed there was no bruises on my face but when I stripped in the shower uugghh. I had this big ugly bruise on my rib, one on my stomach and there was blood on my knee when I fell. I just stood under the shower and let the water get rid of what he had done.
That was the first time but it wasn't the last. I know you are probably saying but why would I stay. I stayed because I didn't have a choice, I had no money, he took it all. But the biggest reason was, he had connections!
You name them and he knew them.
One night about 3 months ago I got up and 3am and looked at him asleep. He looks so peaceful when he is sleeping, not the bastard he is. I grabbed the money out of his wallet and I packed my measly belongings and headed for the airport. When I got on that plane I didn't think and I just did it. I never thought it would be that easy but it was. I made it to San Francisco and didn't look back. Of course I didn't count on my sisters betraying me in my time of need.