I wanted a different life though, so I’d gone away to college, and later, I’d tried to carve out a life in the beige community where mothers brought their children to school in minivans and joined the PTA. It was the way of the world, or at least, it was the way of our world. I’d seen more than one woman slapped around by her man, and to be truthful, it had never really bothered me much. I couldn’t lie to myself anymore there was one place in the world where he’d never reach us. Every ache, every pain, and every bruise reminded me that we had to escape. My heart told me that nothing good could come from heading back to the place I’d grown up, but I knew we had nowhere else to go. I’d spent the last five years running, and now, it seemed I was going to have to retrace every excruciating step. How could someone make decision after decision attempting to get away from their past and somehow end up right back where they started? Visit my Facebook page at To Johni, who told me I should write a book. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
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