Broken Hearts

Over the past 2 years, a lot of things have happened. It took me a while to find a job. I finally found a 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 My mother passed away and my father has become so withdrawn from everyone.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! I met a guy that I thought was good, but he became abusive. My life is nothing like it used to be. Everyday, I wish I was back there. Everyday, I wish I was away from him. I just wish for a new beginning…

One day, 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. It was a miracle. 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.

This was 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 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.

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“Where do you think you are going?”

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

He came over, grabbed me and hit me.

“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!”

He hit me again

“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 bending over to pick up my things, he comes up behind me and kicks me, knocking me over and sending me falling down the stairs.

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After checking in and putting my bags trough baggage claim, I went in search for a bathroom. I stopped at the McDonalds 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 top 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.