prologue.

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TW // Domestic violence

I finally left.

After years of saying this was my fault.
After years of being convinced that I deserved this.
After years of lying to myself saying it would all get better.
I finally had enough so, I got up and left.

I didn't even grab any of my stuff.

Well, I grabbed one thing that I would have beat myself up over if I hadn't, but finally I was free and at the same time so royally fucked. Where am I supposed to go? What am I supposed to do? This is all I've known for the last five years of my life and I just left it all behind.

But at this moment, I couldn't get myself to care. I'll figure it out just like I always do. Right?

No matter how much it pains me, I can't stop thinking about how I spent tonight. I feel disgusted to be in my own skin. The handprint around my neck and on my face, the cuts and bruises littering my arms and legs. 5 years. It has been 5 years since the first time he laid his hands on me. It started out as a smack on the face and I should have ended it there. Why did I let it get so bad? Why did I let him keep doing this to me? 1,825 days. That's how long it took me to leave. I wasn't even there against my will; I chose not to leave. I'm the one who stayed. This is my fault.

But I finally had enough, and that's how I found myself here on a New York City subway, tears streaming down my face. I need to get as far away as I can and into the busy city to avoid any confrontation from him. I know myself too well and I know at the first sight of his little innocent act that he put on after these violent shows, I'll go right back to him without even hesitating. I'm weak. Luckily for me, a pregnant lady saw me outside the subway and pitied me, offering to pay for my fare. Of course I took her up on the offer. I needed to leave.

AN
Hey!! Short intro but it is just a little bit of background to help set up the plot of the story. I tried to be extremely vague because I wanted to get into it more as the plot starts to thicken. Anyways I've literally never written something like this before so I hope you like it. Also if you couldn't tell, this is going to be a very sad story for a while. Bear with me :')

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