It all started out as a dream. Well, a reality that felt like a dream. My boyfriend, Carlton and I met my senior year of college. We dated for a while and I knew he dealt drugs, but that was it at the time. Everything was going great and he treated me like his queen.
But after a year, I noticed changed. Lorenzo became more aggressive and was angry over everything. I couldn't even walk into the room without him yelling at me. The yelling turned into him in my face pointing his finger at me, then pushing me, and pretty soon, hitting me.
For the past year, Carlton has been beating me. I've had two miscarriages because of it and I'm scared for my life most days. I walk on egg shells even when I'm not around him because he pops up wherever I am. He's started snorting cocaine and has sold all the things in our house.
We don't even have furniture. We sleep on a mattress that sits on the floor with a sheet. It gets really cold, yet Carlton is always hot and sweaty. He doesn't deal drugs any...