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He robbed me. Dammit.
I did everything I possibly could to elude him. He stalked me relentlessly. I am a basket case right now, allow me to gather my thoughts. I changed the locks, not once,not twice, but many times. No matter what I do he always seems to find me!
I left my old friends behind and found new ones, people he did not know. That seemed to keep me safe for a short period of time until he got wind of my where abouts and latched on. Hell, I changed as many habits as I could think of just so that I could lay low and become invisible to his ever watchful eyes.
I am always moving and changing locations so that he cannot find me. I have had far more than what I can take, this final assault was the last straw. I can handle no more of his attempts to invade my life.
I walked in and found him waiting for me on the couch like he owned the place! Normally, even the mention of his name will send shivers down my spine but this time it was so much more dreadful. I felt the wind being sucked right out of my lungs as he kicked off his shoes and smirked at me.
I wanted to hide. I thought I was hiding.
I knew if I screamed he would choke the fear right off of my tongue.
He got up and came towards me. I stepped back a foot. He grunted and lunged for any part of me that he could grab.
This is what I resented. He wanted full ownership of me. I could fight back and kick and punch and he would pound me twice as hard. His breath smelled like a skunk and I could smell it drowning out my senses. His hand went to my throat and he squeezed. I flew threw the air as he lifted me up and slammed me against the furthest wall.
I must have blacked out because the next thing I remember was him sitting on top of me with a handful of my hair in his big sweaty palms. The back of my head was starting to swell from a concussion. The room started to spin as he continued to smash my skull into the floor.
I pondered whether or not to play dead since I could feel what had to be my own blood coming out of a few different body cavities. I lay still and limp. The repeated beating continued until the rhythm mimicked the pulsating of my own heartbeats.
I wondered if this time he would kill me. Would this last attack be the final one that I would have to endure? I could feel myself drifting off. Slumber wanted to suck me into it's sleepy tidal waves of unconsciousness. There just was not a safe place for me anywhere. No where at all.
If I do wake up tomorrow I am going to go take a hot shower and rinse his dirtiness off of me and then.......and then I don't know. But I am certain this is the last time I can deal with the specter that haunts me with such brutality.
Depression.
He has drained the last drop of vitality that I will ever have to give him.