My rubber boots sink into the wet mud as I regretfully whisper words that should have never escaped my lips. I whip my head around as I hear a distinct crunching sound behind me, like a twig breaking in two. I didn't expect a shriek to come out of my mouth when I saw him, but he is the reason for my troubled past. He is the reason why I wake up every night in the middle of a deep sleep, breath rugged and heart thumping fast. He is the reason I push people away from my life. He is the reason I'm not the same old person I used to be. I close my eyes as his powerful fists land on my body, already knowing I can do nothing to protect myself. I just let the pain hit me over and over again until I disappeared into an unforgiving darkness.
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