She turns down the volume, she knew that he was always sleeping with his baby mama, for all of the 8 years they have been together; even when he denied it. She knew better than that.  She also figured that he had been sleeping with other females as well. To her, it was a bullet dodged when she went to her doctor for a regular checkup and everything came back clean. Sighing, finally finished with her meal, she sets the tray on the empty side of the bed and looks at the business card that the young man had left her. Picking it up, she reads his name, "Tyson Reese; Apex Sciences Computers. Computer Science Engineer." The name did sound very familiar to her, but as she tried to think on where she'd heard his name, that serve migraine started to rear its ugly head back in. She pushed the thoughts aside for now.811Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGPrOZscxLs
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Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, she gently gets out of the bed, putting some pressure on her left ankle, she winces a bit but then hobbles to the bathroom; using the wall as a guide and support so that she wouldn’t topple over and fall. Switching the light on and looking into the mirror, the image of her nearly scares her. The worriment and wounds on her face are completely visible. Including the new editions. Seeing this, her hazel green eyes begins to swell up with tears. She couldn't believe that she let him do this to her, beat her so bad, so many times for so long. 8 years of abuse and miscarriages all cause he didn't want any more kids or thought they weren't his own. She really couldn’t believe that she let him do this to her. Continue to do it to her after the first time he hit her. She sucked up the tears, she's been strong for so long, and she had to keep on being strong. She could not think of a reason why she should keep on being strong, but she knew that she had to do so. She had every reason to break down and cry on this bathroom floor, but she didn't. Just like all the other shitty things that happened in her life, from her mother selling her to her drug dealer boyfriend for a quick fix at the very tender age of 10 years old, then to her 'stepfather' sexually abusing her from 7 to 16 years old. Through all that, she never once shredded a tear or complained, she took it. Took it because she knew that the more she cried or whined, the harder her mother would beat her with whatever her mother could find or whatever was in arms reach.811Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4c1ItWttKT
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Staring in the mirror at her own image, she is hypnotized by her scars and bruises. Her thick, curly brown hair that stops at the end of her shoulder blades lay a mess on her head. Her 5 foot 4 inch frame and voluptuous build made her the target for thugs, gang bangers, hustlers, drug dealers, and pimps. Unwanted attention. Her skin is a light skin complexion with a slight dark tint from always being outside. A knock on the bedroom door causes her to jump and almost knock over some bottles on the bathroom counter. Steadying the bottles to make sure that they don’t fall on the floor. She limps to the bedroom door, once again using the wall for support. "Who is it?"811Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqbzwgwcRK5
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