|Sep 08 2011|
Ok going to try to tell a little more of my story--continuing on from my last entry on baby steps. Ok I stopped the last entry after the fight. I was still standing, the big man came over. Once I was down I couldn't get up. My knee was all ready broken. I tried to skuttle back away from him. He kept coming forward, saying nothing. He catches up with me. One kick in the ribs and one in the head and I remember nothing for a bit....The next thing I know, I am being dropped in the back of a pick up. My head is spinning, think I am going to be sick. What is happening. Pick up is moving. Have to get out. Crawl my way to the back of the pickup, roll out. Lots of pain. Start crawling away, remember going under a barb wire fence, ripped off most of the skirt of that ugly pink dress I had to wear for the wedding. Oh well, hate that dress anyway. Almost under the fence, OMG being drug back under the fence. Such an evil smile and laugh. He lets me try to crawl away. He kneels down by me. I try to punch at him. He breaks my fingers. He tries to kiss me. I spit in his face. He punches me in the mouth. I can feel broken teeth and taste blood in my mouth. Try to crawl away. Kicks me in the side. Try to kick at him. He takes a tire iron to my feet. Can't go anymore. So tired, hard time staying awake. He keeps telling me to run or fight little mouse. He likes mice with spirit. That makes the game more fun. OMG this can't be happening.
Can't write anymore today....not sure I can do this....the worst part is yet to come. Going to quit for today. Hope I am doing the right thing by writing this....how could I have let things get so far out of my control? How did I let this happen.
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