Reuniting love

I always promised myself when I got married it would be to a man who loved me for me, someone who supported me, showed me what love really was, someone who could get me away from all the abuse I endured growing up. For a while I thought I found the one, the perfect man, he was handsome, he listened, made it seem like he cared, I fell so fast into his arms thinking he could do no wrong, thinking he could save me from that horrible life I’ve been living and he did at least for a little while..... Three months that is how long I have been planning to escape, tonight is the last night in his house, the place that once upon a time was my saving grace. This house was the place where I thought I would start a family with the man I loved who made me whole again, we would have kids and live happily ever after, instead I got to spend the last 4 years living with the man who stole my heart, built me back up, just to completely destroy me in the end. As I am shoving the last few items into my duffel bag the alarm system notifies me that the front door has been opened and is followed by Chad doing what he does best, blaming me for god knows what and yelling at me for it. I quickly threw whatever cash I had into one of the side pockets of the bag and shoved it under our bed. Every step I took down the stairs made the knots in my stomach tighten, my heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to pop right out of my chest, I already knew what was going to happen once I finally made it to him but the question is how bad. “Hey baby” I say “Come here right the f**k now you stupid little b**ch!” he screams Slowly I walk up to him, he reeks of alcohol, his eyes are blood shot, and his shirt is buttoned up the wrong way with a smudge of red which I can only assume is his secretaries lip stick markings. It isn’t the first time he has come home looking disheveled and drunk out of his mind. One minute I’m stepping right up to him and the next I’m thrown into the wall with his hand wrapped around my neck. He just stares at me for what feels like forever, with each second he tightens a little more, I can hardly breathe I can already feel the bruises starting and hot tears rolling down my face and then he lets go and instantly starts to laugh. He likes it when I’m scared, he gets off on knowing that he’s in control. “Stop f*cking crying!” Chad yells, but I don’t stop, I can’t stop I’m still trying to catch my breath, I’m scared I feel stupid for letting him in and believing he was the one. He’s still screaming at me, but I can’t hear him I’m stuck in my head and that’s when I feel the first blow to the right side of my face. I am falling down and instead of trying to break my fall I just block my head the best that I can, the minute I hit the ground he continues to kick and punch until he finally has enough and just walks away mumbling under his breath. I don’t move, I lay there curled in a ball, crying until I can’t anymore and then I pass out. When I wake up, I’m no longer laying in the middle of the floor in our living room, I’m in the bed surrounded by the warm blankets, as slow as possible I sit up in bed and scoot to the edge. Every little movement I make is so unbelievably painful, I finally make it into the bathroom, not being able to face myself yet I walk right past the mirror and head straight to the shower turning it on not waiting for it to warm, I get undressed and stand right under the cold spray until it slowly warms. The glass door to the shower opens and I flinch as chad walks right up to me, gently placing his hand on my cheek and slowly looks me up and down, and then he cracks. “Baby I’m so sorry, please forgive me, I don’t know what came over me, I love you so much please don’t hate me.” He begs I sound like a robot repeating the exact same thing every time something like this happens “Its fine, I forgive you, I love you too” He smiles and kisses me, when he pulls back, he turns me around to help me wash up and whispers sweet empty promises. After our shower he helps me dry off, helps me into warm clothes and lays me back into bed to rest, even brings up my favorite breakfast, French toast with chocolate chips, bacon and orange juice. At some point I fall back asleep only to be woken up by Chad giving me a light kiss on the cheek, without so much as a word he leaves the room and a few moments later the alarm lets me know he has opened the door and he’s gone. All I can think is finally, I can finally leave, sitting up looking over at my side table I see a note, My sweet girl I am so beyond sorry for last night, here is my card you can order whatever your beautiful heart desires , there is no limit for you, I love you very much please always remember that. This is going to be so much fun, before leaving I booked the first available flight out of Chicago and then smashed my phone to pieces, I quickly grab my bag, the card and the keys to his red corvette or as he likes to call his baby. My first stop was to the bank where I took out all that I could In cash, next I went to the airport, parked his car in the parking garage on the highest level and keyed it up with a big F*CK YOU on the hood and then I just took a minute to breath before continuing on my way. I make my way to the front of the airport to get in line and buy a one way ticket in cash, of course the first available flight to where I am going is 7 hours long, thanks to the two layovers, but honestly I don’t even care I’m just ready to leave and never look back. I’m so beyond happy to be leaving, but scared at the same time, all I can think is Chad is going to find me, and I know if he does, I’m as good as dead.