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Don't Go

He was yelling. Again. I almost didn't hear him over the sounds of my heart bumping. The only noise keeping me sane. I tried to crawl away from him, to safety, but I forgot he didn't like it when I cowered so I stayed still. I let the punches hit me, I let him humiliate me, I let him use me for his own pleasure. He always told me to be selfless.

He slammed the door, and I was relived to know he wouldn't be back until the sun came up. I always use this time to clean myself up. I mended my cuts and I placed ice on my bruises. If he knew I did this, he would yell again.

It was only when the front door opened that I truly felt fear, the routine being broken. I couldn't help but feel more scared when I saw it wasn't him, it was John.

He didn't say anything at first, the silence was unbearable. Then he exploded. He picked me up from my crumpled place on the floor. He wiped my tears and he sat me down on the sofa. If he was here, he would yell at me, again.

He told me to wait where I was, and he phoned someone, maybe he was phoning him. I've always been disobedient.

I had to stop myself from throwing myself on John when he walked back in, but he said wasn't alone. He had called for help. Finally.

Six police officers were in the room, searching for evidence to use against the monster I call my boyfriend. I hardly felt Lestrade put a blanket around me, it had been so long that I had felt compassion and care.

We waited. We waited until he got back from his night trip. He wasn't as drunk as usual, which calmed me. It shouldn't, he would still be just as angry.

" WHAT DID I FUCKING TELL YOU ABOUT TREATING YOURSELF? I GAVE YOU THOSE WOUNDS FOR A REASON! "

I blinked. I guess that is all the evidence the police needed because in the snap of some fingers; or maybe the snap of handcuffs, he was dragged off. He was dragged out of my life.

It was like the clouds disappearing after a storm, but the storm had been happening for two years. I could finally breath again.

I was staying with John and Mary now, the flat I once adored was twisted into my own nightmare. They let me do experiments, I almost forgot how good it made me feel.

They showed me love and compassion, they showed me what I deserved and they helped mend the broken man I had become.

It was months before I could step into the flat again, and the silence was defining. John took me to my room to help me unpack, and then he was about to leave.

Please, I don't want to be alone again.

" Don't Go"