*Trigger Warning**********
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There's an ache in my chest as we pull up to the River's Edge packhouse.
There shouldn't have been. I should be relieved. I haven't been beaten for the past few days, allowing me to finally start healing. I didn't realize how bad it was until I looked at myself in the mirror this morning. I have a good number of yellow and green markings that blend into the blue and purple of fresh bruises.
I'm pretty sure two of my ribs are still broken and my right wrist is wrapped in a flesh colored bandage. I was told to say it was an accident, that I tripped over a step stool and fell on it. The truth is that Russ got upset enough to grab me by my wrist and drag me around the house with it until I felt it painfully pop.
I'm still sporting a black eye but at le
