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It lifted you up and then tossed you to the ground, only to do it again. The light made you think that you’d survive life without having shit fuck up. I’d been in the light, with dreams for the future, a possible position with a major fight club and endorsements. I had a woman on my arm that I thought would be the one for me, and people surrounding me that loved me. That all disappeared with one fucking action.
One horrible, irreversible mistake. And that was e-fucking-nough to lose everything. For everyone to turn their backs on me and to be flushed down the pisser. My world in East End of London disowned me, tossed me aside without a second glance. Wandsworth released me after they shattered my soul, and my spirit didn’t remember the last time it was whole.
I didn’t want to try to go back. I refused to let it break me. I’d teach River the truth. Kicking and screaming, she’d understand life didn’t get better. My protection, my power, and my good graces were the only things she could depend on. Without me, she would have absolutely nothing.
I’d teach her and then I’d be set. This bullshit obsession would be over and I’d go back to business as usual. I may be wrong to want an angel, but after I clipped her wings, she wouldn’t be so perfect, and I’d deserve her.
At least I hoped that was the case.
Learning things about yourself was never easy. But finding out you have failed yourself... That was the worst.
9
River
I couldn’t breathe. I clawed at the hands around my throat, squeezing tighter, cutting off air and blood to my brain. My legs jerked uselessly. They felt like cement blocks were around my ankles.
Breathe.
I held on to that one thought, the one way to save my life. Darkness spun on the edges of my vision. And then I stuck out with the palm of my hand, hitting Derrick square in the eye. Oxygen. The sudden loss of his hands around my neck made the air taste sweeter on my tongue. I gasped and coughed, still fighting to get away. Somehow I kicked him right in the crotch and was able to struggle to my feet.
“Get your ass back here!”
I nearly swallowed my tongue. There hadn’t been enough time to plan my escape before Derrick came home. Now I was racing through back alleys, the scent of filth and decay thick in my nostrils. I didn’t know where I was, and the drugs he’d slipped into my drink made thinking hard.
Was the main street close?
There had to be someone out there, somewhere close, who could help me.
“Help!” I screamed. I couldn’t hold on much longer. Pounding feet sounded behind me. I tried to blink away scalding tears, but I couldn’t. It was too much; I was too weak. The world tilted, concrete and glass buildings swerving in my vision as I tripped and slammed hard to the ground. Pain exploded through me as my knees skidded on the asphalt and I smacked down, splitting my lip. Everything in me screamed to get up, to run farther, harder, but I couldn’t make my limbs listen. They shook and jerked, leaving me helpless on the ground.
“Help me,” I cried.
“No one is worried about some two-bit whore who can’t handle her liquor.”
Derrick was there, standing over me with a vicious smile. I took one deep breath before he kicked me in the stomach. I gagged, my body attempting to spew what meager dinner I’d eaten, but nothing would come up. It was stuck in my throat, choking me.
“I give you money, a place to fucking stay, and everything a woman could hope for, and you cheat on me? On me!”
He kicked again and I curled into a ball, too weak to argue. It was always the same thing, the same anger and imaginary excuses. I cheated, I didn't wash his clothes right, or I didn't have sex properly. Each lie more outlandish than the last until I was too nervous to move and was punished for that too.
All because I fell in love with the wrong man.
My lungs felt like sandpaper, grating against the inside of my ribcage. He knelt
One horrible, irreversible mistake. And that was e-fucking-nough to lose everything. For everyone to turn their backs on me and to be flushed down the pisser. My world in East End of London disowned me, tossed me aside without a second glance. Wandsworth released me after they shattered my soul, and my spirit didn’t remember the last time it was whole.
I didn’t want to try to go back. I refused to let it break me. I’d teach River the truth. Kicking and screaming, she’d understand life didn’t get better. My protection, my power, and my good graces were the only things she could depend on. Without me, she would have absolutely nothing.
I’d teach her and then I’d be set. This bullshit obsession would be over and I’d go back to business as usual. I may be wrong to want an angel, but after I clipped her wings, she wouldn’t be so perfect, and I’d deserve her.
At least I hoped that was the case.
Learning things about yourself was never easy. But finding out you have failed yourself... That was the worst.
9
River
I couldn’t breathe. I clawed at the hands around my throat, squeezing tighter, cutting off air and blood to my brain. My legs jerked uselessly. They felt like cement blocks were around my ankles.
Breathe.
I held on to that one thought, the one way to save my life. Darkness spun on the edges of my vision. And then I stuck out with the palm of my hand, hitting Derrick square in the eye. Oxygen. The sudden loss of his hands around my neck made the air taste sweeter on my tongue. I gasped and coughed, still fighting to get away. Somehow I kicked him right in the crotch and was able to struggle to my feet.
“Get your ass back here!”
I nearly swallowed my tongue. There hadn’t been enough time to plan my escape before Derrick came home. Now I was racing through back alleys, the scent of filth and decay thick in my nostrils. I didn’t know where I was, and the drugs he’d slipped into my drink made thinking hard.
Was the main street close?
There had to be someone out there, somewhere close, who could help me.
“Help!” I screamed. I couldn’t hold on much longer. Pounding feet sounded behind me. I tried to blink away scalding tears, but I couldn’t. It was too much; I was too weak. The world tilted, concrete and glass buildings swerving in my vision as I tripped and slammed hard to the ground. Pain exploded through me as my knees skidded on the asphalt and I smacked down, splitting my lip. Everything in me screamed to get up, to run farther, harder, but I couldn’t make my limbs listen. They shook and jerked, leaving me helpless on the ground.
“Help me,” I cried.
“No one is worried about some two-bit whore who can’t handle her liquor.”
Derrick was there, standing over me with a vicious smile. I took one deep breath before he kicked me in the stomach. I gagged, my body attempting to spew what meager dinner I’d eaten, but nothing would come up. It was stuck in my throat, choking me.
“I give you money, a place to fucking stay, and everything a woman could hope for, and you cheat on me? On me!”
He kicked again and I curled into a ball, too weak to argue. It was always the same thing, the same anger and imaginary excuses. I cheated, I didn't wash his clothes right, or I didn't have sex properly. Each lie more outlandish than the last until I was too nervous to move and was punished for that too.
All because I fell in love with the wrong man.
My lungs felt like sandpaper, grating against the inside of my ribcage. He knelt
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