Girl On The Run

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I wish when we were young we could've run away to a small town and stayed guarded against whatever darkness Antonio had to experience in Italy. The product of frequent visits to Italy created a monster out of Antonio.

He went from loving me unconditionally to threatening my life.

A few years back he would run through needles to protect me but now he's running through needles to harm me. 

Now I have to protect myself from him.

Not only did Antonio run on those needles like they were nothing to him, but he also almost killed me with a single bolt.

Antonio could have gone back inside through the door he pummeled down and walk out of the front door.

There were needles all around the garage where the cars weren't already blocking but he could have found his way around.

But instead, he walked through them.

Antonio insisted on being dramatic and sent me a message that I could translate.

He was going to do whatever he needed to, and go through as much pain and effort, to have me back in his suffocating clutches.

He fired a warning shot. One shot and I knew what that meant for me. The details it entailed and what he was insinuating.

Antonio doesn't care if he gets me to the verge of death, he will not let me go. At least not too easily.

I knew what his idea was. He would hurt me so bad that if I ended up leaving him I would be too weak to run for long and I'd fall right back into his arms.

Or he would injure me brutally to the point where I would need to seek medical attention and he would find me if I was registered into a hospital.

But I couldn't let it play out.

I am done being my husband's punching bag.

I was snapped back into reality when I heard his footsteps draw nearer.

The rustling of the leaves he kicked as he made his way toward me was my wake-up call.

He will find me and torture me worse than he ever has if I don't get going.

I brought my hands down my face profusely in a poor attempt to wake up my drowsy mind.

Whatever pills Antonio has been secretly feeding me have not even reached their peak yet and I would rather be safe and far from him when the pain heightens to its maximum extent.

I knew that the middle pathway took me straight to the river that I was told to avoid by all of the maids and workers around the estate.

So I eliminated that choice and was left with two others.

Left or right?

Right is the most generic way to go and I'm sure many people will choose right. Right is always the option that people go with.

It's a psychological thing. Right means accurate which entails that the right path is the right side.

But Antonio always thinks ahead of everything. He probably thinks I'm gonna go with the right and he will be waiting at the other side for me.

I walked towards the left path and then stopped to overthink once again. 

Although my continuous pausing was putting me in danger, I needed to make sure that I wouldn't walk right into a trap. 

On the other side of the forest, the right path would be the left to Antonio. 

So was right technically left?