Over the past 3 years, a lot of things have happened in my life. It took me a while to find a job after Johnny had fired me and I moved back home. Finally, I found a pretty good job but I ended up having to resign because of so much stress. My mother passed away and my father has become so withdrawn from everyone. He won’t see or even talk to me; his own daughter! After some time, I met a guy that I thought was good for me, but he became abusive. My life is nothing like it used to be. Every day, I wish I was back there and every day, I wish I was away from him. More than anything, I just wish for a new beginning…

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One day, just out of the blue, I received a letter in the mail. There was no return address on the front. I hesitated to open it. Finally, curiosity got the best of me and I opened it. I nearly fainted when I read what it said. They wanted me back. The Boys had fired Mr. Wright. He had kept money and many other important things from their knowledge. They also had found out as to why I was really fired. They had hired new management and wanted to know if I would retake my position with them, with the sincerest of apologies.

Tears streamed down my face. I couldn’t stop them. This was truly a miracle from up above. I couldn’t believe it. I had to read it over and over. I thought about how much I missed them. God, it had been so long. I just couldn’t possibly pass up this opportunity. I quickly left and faxed them my response and in two weeks I would back in Florida. I couldn’t wait. I knew that Travis would be furious, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t stay with him anymore. I had to get out.

About Two weeks later...

“Where do you think you are going?”

“None of your business. I’m getting away from you.. far away…”

He came over and grabbed me and shoved me against the wall. “The hell you are. You are not going anywhere” taking my suitcase and throwing it down the hall.

“You don’t own me! You can’t tell me what to do!” I barely even got the words out before he hit me.

“Who do you think you are talking to, uh? I have the say so here, not you, bitch”

“ Wrong. I’m going whether you like it or not. I’m leaving you and I’m not coming back!” getting up and going to retrieve my suitcase.

As I am bent over, picking up my things, he came up behind me. He took the suitcase and whacked me in the head, then kicked me, sending me falling down the stairs.

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After checking in and putting my bags through baggage claim, I went in search of a bathroom. I stopped at the McDonald's for a cup of ice, to ice my face, once again, hoping that the swelling would go down before I met the boys at the airport in LA. Half and hour later, I stood at the sink, smoothing makeup over my face to cover the bruises. Taking one last look in the mirror, I thought to myself 'this will have to do. I hope this works...', leaving the bathroom and heading for security, as it was almost time to board.

Once on the plane and seated, I couldn't help but let out a huge sigh. Finally, I was getting away from it all. I was getting away from him. No more pain, or bruises, no more fighting. As we lifted up and furthered our distance from the land below, a huge weight was suddenly lifted off my shoulders, causing a few tears to escape from my eyes..