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We can't go on like this, you're hurting me. The first few weeks as boyfriends were good. Happiness seems so far away now.  But one day last week, I said things that I don't mean and you got angry at me. I can smell the alcohol on your breath as you walk in from a night out. I whisper, pleading "please be calm". I can see that pure greedy hate in your eyes. You slap me across my face. I whimper as I try to get away. You grab my hair and drag me back. "Come here, bitch", you growl. Tears are rolling down my face as you slap me again. You wrap your arms round my waist and drag me upstairs. I scream, but nothing comes out. I kick and scream as you forcefully hold me so very tight.

You throw me onto our bed and unzip your trousers. You mumble something. I fall silent, I'm too afraid of what might happen if I don't. I know your gun is nearby. I lie there looking outside at the moon on this cold, clear night as you rape me. I feel this absolute horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. "How can he do this to me?" "Does he not love me?" I begin to sob.

After about what feels like a lifetime, you begin to slow down and fall asleep on top of me. I push you to the other side of the bed. I grab a suitcase and begin packing all of my things. I look over at the picture of the two of us on the dresser. We were so happy that day in the park. I drop it on the floor and smash it. I pick up my suitcase and go downstairs. I open the front door. I take one last look upstairs as a tear rolls down my face. "Never again", I whisper angrily. I close the door and put my suitcase in the boot of the car. I get in. I drive off, crying..