I quickly packed up some clothes and grabbed my tooth brush. I was going to try and escape my boyfriend again. He's abusive, mentally and physically and I couldn't take it anymore. I've tried to leave several times but always got caught. There were rules and if I didn't follow them...I got punished.
𝗥𝘂𝗹𝗲𝘀
#1: 𝑚𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠...𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠
#2: 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑛
#3: 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑛
#4: 𝑛𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑠
#5: 𝑁𝑂 𝐿𝐸𝐴𝑉𝐼𝑁𝐺
These were dumb rules but I had to stand by them if I wanted to survive another day without getting hurt. He would be home from work any minute and I needed to leave. I grabbed the suitcase and walked downstairs slowly. The nearest house was behind us so I quickly walked to the back door when I heard the front door open. He walked in and I stepped away from the door.
"What are you doing?!" He grabbed my neck tightly pulling me away from the back door. "I was just gonna go outside and get some air" I bit my bottom lip afraid of what would happen next. He slapped me hard. "Don't fucking lie to me, what were you doing?!" He yelled. "I-I told you I was gonna get s-some air" I gasped for air and he threw me to the floor. "Were you trying to fucking leave me!?" He kicked me in my stomach, I struggled to catch my breath. He kicked me again, harder this time. "I-I'm sorry" He punched me in my face. "You better be fucking sorry, upstairs NOW!" When he said upstairs he meant the bed, after I tried to leave he would hit me and then rape me. Not this time. He walked upstairs leaving me on the ground. I used all the strength I had left to pick myself up and make a run for it. I opened the back door and ran as fast as I could, bleeding from my head and lip a little bit. "GET BACK HERE Y/N!" I heard him yell as he ran behind me trying to catch me. I ran faster still limping a little until I ran into somebody.
"Help please, m-my boyfriend he's chasing me" I cried as the tall man looked at me. "What's your name?" He asked. "Y-Y/n" I cried and he held me. Two men stood behind him. "Did he do this to you?" He asked and I immediately nodded. "Bring him to me" he said sternly looking at the two men behind him. "C'mon let's get you somewhere safe" I walked with him until we arrived at a big mansion. I felt blood drip down my face and he must've noticed because he picked me up and took my upstairs quickly to a huge master bedroom. He sat me down on the bathroom counter and began to clean up my bruises and stop the blood. "How long has this been going on?" He asked looking in my eyes. I was embarrassed to answer. "Two years" I said blankly and he looked down and then back up. "He'll be taken care of...I want you to stay here"my jaw dropped...why would he want ME to stay here, he doesn't even know me. "What?" I had to make sure I heard that correctly. "I want you to stay here, I want you to be safe and here is the only place I can be sure that you will, I promise" He looked down at my lips then back up. "What's your name?" He smirked. "𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑎 𝑃𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑜"
A/n: I really hate this but I needed to post something to I really Hope Y'all enjoyed...the ending is trash 🗑 but it's wtv!!
