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Daisy Lynne's POV

I have been in this hospital room for about a week now. Alone in my room without any visitors. He was always busy, but I knew I wasn't worth the time for him to visit. He said he loved me, but he hasn't shown it in a very long time. I am finally able to leave the hospital, and he eventually comes to collect me. It is only for appearance that he even comes to take me home. He is trying to play the good boyfriend, but behind those closed doors he is another person. I needed to get away from him before the next time. It could be the last time and I would never see the sunshine again. This isn't the first time I have been in a hospital, but this time it was because of me. I am tired of the abuse and I couldn't take it anymore. I tried to take my own life, not seeing any other way out of it. He was so sweet in the beginning, and I had nowhere to go, or any family. We had been dating only a few months when I moved in with him. The first few years were wonderful. He was always home. He cooked and I cleaned. He helped around the house. He took me out on dates and showered me with gifts. Then he started to change. He would come home late. We always fought. Then the beatings started and I could never do anything right. Several times he sent me to the hospital with broken bones. He always said I was clumsy, and usually said I had fallen down the stairs. Although usually it was him throwing me down the stairs or kicking me in the ribs when I was down. I just couldn't take it anymore and I found a knife and slit my wrists. He found me soon after and brought me here. I have been under a watch and they finally released me.

"Come on, let's get home before they start asking more questions!"

"I don't want to go with you."

"Don't question me. Now sit down and let's go!"

He roughly grabs my arm and shoves me into the chair and wheels me out to the car. I quickly get in the car and he drives me home.

"That was a stupid stunt you pulled."
"I can't take it anymore." I softly whisper.

"If you would do as you're told, I wouldn't have to punish you!"

"You're crazy!"

I feel the sting as the back of hand connects with my cheek and my head swings to the side with the impact. I can taste the blood as I run my tongue over my bottom lip. I bite back the tears that threaten to fall. His chest rises and falls as he tries to calm the anger.

"Quit being stupid and go make my dinner."

I try not to roll my eyes as I head into the kitchen. I try to be quiet as I make his meal. He doesn't like to be disturbed when he watches his sports. I quickly grab a beer from the fridge and take it to him before he has a chance to yell or hit me again.

"It's about time. Dinner ready yet?"
"It will be ready in a few minutes."

"Well, hurry it up. I'm hungry!"

I head back into the kitchen and plate his food and bring it to him.

"Now run along. You're interrupting my programs."

I quickly run back into the kitchen and eat as I clean up the kitchen. Once I know he is finished I grab his plate and put it in the dishwasher. Knowing he won't need me the rest of the night. I finally head to the bedroom and change, crawl into bed and fall asleep. I am later woken up by rough hands squeezing my breast and his rough kisses along my neck. I close my eyes tight knowing that if I say anything he will beat me and still have his way with me. He pulls up my shirt and starts to bite my breasts and I tighten my jaw trying not to scream. I can feel him rub his hard-on against my thigh and he moans against me.

"You have been away too long. I need my fix."

I keep quiet as he moves over me and rips off my panties. Pulling my legs apart he thrusts into me and the tears escape my eyes as the pain rips through me. It is fast and it is rough and I try to separate myself from my body as he uses me for his pleasure. He eventually releases inside me and crawls off to curl up on his side to go to sleep. I turn over and pull myself into a little ball and cry silently. Once I know he is fast asleep I quietly go to the bathroom to clean up. I have got to get away from him. The morning comes quickly and he has already left to go to work. I didn't work because he would not allow me to. There was not much he would allow me to do. I did have a car, it wasn't much to look at, but at least I was able to go to the store. I was only allowed to go to the grocery store when we needed things. He would give me money and I always shopped around so I would have money left over which I hid in a box in my closet. He would never go in there. I was pretty good now at coupons so after a few years I had enough money saved up so I could get away. After a few hours, I grabbed my suitcase and packed as much as I could fit in and drug it down to my car. I grabbed a few other sentimental things and was on my way. I didn't know where I was going but as long as I was away from here, I didn't care. I had been driving for hours and finally stopped in Nashville. Maybe in a big city I can get lost and he won't find me. I pulled into a small extended stay near the edge of the city and walked into the office to get a room. I was able to pay for two weeks. I grabbed my key and headed up to my room. What do I do now? I unpacked and sat on the edge of my bed thinking about what to do next. I hear my stomach growl and remember I haven't eaten today, so I head out locking the door behind me. Walking over to the diner, I pull in and head inside sitting at a booth. The waitress comes over and I ask for a soda, burger and fries. Sitting by myself as my brain goes a mile a minute with thought. What do I do now, how am I gonna get a job? Can I avoid Scott forever? I know he has found me gone now and is furious. Will he look for me or will he be glad I am gone? I feel a tear roll down my cheek and soon they are flowing. I see someone approaching me and quickly dry my tears.

"Hey sweetheart, are you okay? I saw your tears, and wanted to come check on you."

"Yes, I am okay, just a rough day."I say as I dry my tears. I look up to the girl, forgetting about the bruise and split lip.

"Oh my gosh, are you sure you are okay? What happened?"

"It's nothing." I say as I look down trying to hide my face. I know she sees the bandages on my wrist because I hear her suck in a breath. Now I am embarrassed and I wish I could shrink into the bench.

"I'm sorry. I can see there is a long story. Maybe you will tell me later. Hi, my name is Amber."

"Hi, I am Daisy Lynne. You wouldn't know of any place that is hiring would you?"

"Oh my gosh. Yes, the bar I work at is looking for a waitress. You should come over."
"Where do you work?"

"It's called the Crystal Palace. Come by tomorrow. Ask for Jack, he owns the place."

"Thank you, I will."

"Well, here is my number. Call me sometime, maybe we can hang out."

"Thank you, here is mine too. I would like that. I don't have any friends."

"Well, don't worry we will be besties soon. Well, I have got to get to work. I will talk to you later. I will be looking for you tomorrow."

"Nice meeting you, and I think I will take you up on that offer."

She hops off and I am left to eat my meal alone. I will definitely check out this new place tomorrow. Once I am finished I head back to my room. I change into my pajamas and crawl into bed. It's not the best, but at least for now I have a roof over my head. Hopefully, tomorrow that will all change and I can finally breathe again. I was up and it's dark outside. I look at my phone and it is dead. I thought I plugged it in. What's going on. I slowly look around as I sit up and the light flicks on in the room and Scott is standing there with an evil grin.

"So you thought you could get away?"

"I,I,I.....I"

"You should know you will never be able to leave me. You are mine. I own you!"
He quickly comes over to the bed and hits me across the face. He then jumps on top of me and begins choking me. I struggle to break his grasp as I claw at his hands, screaming for help.

"You will always be mine! Never forget that!"

I struggle and all of a sudden I am on the floor tangled in my blankets. I quickly sit up and the tears begin to fall again. Thank God it was just a nightmare. Once I am untangled from the blankets, I go to the bathroom and wash my face. Heading back to bed, I check my phone and it is four in the morning. Uggh, I don't think I can go back to sleep. I need to try though because I need to look my best when I go to find a job.