Starting Over

Izzy Ryan’s off to work so it’s now or never. I look in the full length mirror in the bedroom and tell myself, “you got this you can do this” before looking down then am instantly filled with shame. I’m roughly 5’6 and fat. I can still see some curves I’m a double D in bra sizes got my fair share of flab, but my hips do flair out. Once upon a time I had a bubble butt now it’s more wide then bubbly, but I do at least have a pretty face. Greasy food mainly burgers are my addiction, and I eat my troubles away.  I hate how I look, but I won’t look like this forever. Getting away from Ryan will help, and I’ll commit to losing the weight. I look at the time slightly panic at the time and wince as I grab my necessities bag from its hiding place. Pain surrounds my ribs letting me know that Ryan succeeded in either breaking or bruising them again. Which is why I’m leaving I’m finished with being his punching bag. Taking a painful deep breath I grab my bag, set my phone on the counter, and walk out the door. I walk around the block to Kroger and search the parking lot for an old beat up Buick. I sigh in relief as I spit it third row in the very back. I make a quick look around making sure none of Ryan’s spies are lurking about, satisfied I make a beeline towards the car. Once I reach it I open the door, sit down, and open the visor. The keys and an envelope pop out. Opening the envelope I see it has a note , a new ID (I’ll now be known as Izzy Sparks instead of Isabel lane), and roughly two grand, that’s a lot more than I was expecting. The note is from my friend Sherry, she procured this lovely vehicle and is financing my getaway. I wish I could thank her properly, but I gotta go before I’m seen by the devils minions. I quickly get on the highway and just drive. I feel like I’m Alice in Wonderland falling down the rabbit hole where I stop nobody knows.