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MidReal Story
Love's Tragic Escape: A Journey of Survival
Anonymous
May 15
Scenario:A young girl name Calypso escaping a violent relationship, she kicked her abusive baby father out her house and cut all ties for the sake of her and her son .she ended up meeting a gentleman named Aries when she was pregnant and he was kind and such a gentleman from the start he showed her how a man is supposed to treat his lady It was a normal day for them they woke up early she made breakfast for Aries and after breakfast they both were listing to music cleaning the house together just madly in love with one another. He ends up stepping by outside for a smoke and her ex came in broad daylight and shot him to death over jealousy. She quickly went into shock as she witness the crime happened. She was so scared she was gunna die the first thing she did was grab her baby locked the door and hid in the closet Praying to God he wouldn't kill her or her son. She was petrified. After her crazy ex Derek left She went to Aries and she desperately tryed to save his life but I'm he died in her arms
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I was only seventeen when I met him.
He was older, and he was so handsome.
I thought he was the one.
I thought he would be my forever.
I thought he would love me and take care of me.
But I was wrong.
He hurt me, and he hurt me bad.
He hit me, and he hit me hard.
He left bruises on my body, and scars on my heart.
I tried to leave him, but he wouldn’t let me go.
He said if I ever left him, he would kill me.
And then I found out I was pregnant with his baby.
I had to stay with him for the sake of our child.
But then I met Aries, and everything changed.
Aries was so kind and gentle with me.
He treated me like a queen, like a princess.
He showed me what it felt like to be loved and respected by a man.
He showed me what it felt like to be happy again after all the pain that Derek put me through.
I was only seventeen when I met Derek.
My parents didn’t approve of him.
They thought he was too old for me, and they were right.
But I didn’t care.
I was head over heels in love with him.
I thought he was the one for me.
I thought he would be my forever.
I thought he would love me and take care of me.
And I was wrong.
My parents warned me about Derek, but I didn’t listen to them.
I thought they were just being overprotective, as parents often are.
I thought they were just being jealous because I had a boyfriend and they didn’t.
I thought they were just being old-fashioned and narrow-minded.
But my friends warned me about Derek too, and I didn’t listen to them either.
They said he was a bad boy and a troublemaker who would only break my heart, and they were right.
They said he was a player who had been with many girls, and they were right.
They said he was a loser who didn’t have a job or an education, and they were right.
But I didn’t care about any of that.
I thought his age made him more mature than the boys my own age.
I thought his age made him more attractive than the boys my own age too.
And I was wrong about both things.
My parents sensed trouble with Derek from the very start, and for good reason too.
They told me to stay away from him, but I couldn’t help myself.
He was like a drug to me, and I was addicted to him.
He swept me off my feet with his sweet talk and his smooth moves, and I fell for him hook, line and sinker.
He made me feel so special, and so desired.
He gave me all the attention that I had been craving for so long, and he showed me that it was possible for someone to love me for who I was.
He told me that he loved me and that we belonged together, and that nothing could ever tear us apart.
He told me that we would be together forever, and that we would build a life together, just the two of us.
And he promised me that he would never hurt me or let me down, not like all the other guys I had been with before him.
But my parents told me to stay away from him because they could see the real Derek beneath his charming exterior.
They could see the real Derek beneath his handsome face too.
They knew that he was bad news from the very beginning because they had seen it all before, many times over with many different boyfriends I had throughout my teenage years, and they didn’t want to see it happen to me again either.
So they forbid me from seeing Derek, but their warning only made me want him more than ever before.
I snuck out of the house to meet him in secret, and we became inseparable after that day.
He said I was the best thing that had ever happened to him and that his life was incomplete without me in it; and that he would do anything to make sure I would never leave him or forget about him too.
He said he wanted to be with me all the time and that he couldn’t live without me anymore; and that I was his reason for living and his purpose for being alive too.
He said I was his baby and that I would give him a baby too; and that he would take care of us both and love us both until the end of time too.
And I believed him because I was young and foolish and naïve too; so I thought I was in love with him and that I needed him to survive and that I would be nothing without him by my side as well.
I thought I was finally happy with him next to me and that the rest of the world didn’t matter at all; and that I was finally complete with him inside of me too.
So I gave him all the love that I had to give and all the attention that I craved for so long; and I gave him everything else that he asked of me as well because I thought that’s what love was supposed to be like, when it really wasn’t after all.
He wanted to see me every day, and he wanted to be with me every night.
He wanted to know my every move and everything about me too.
He wanted to talk to me all the time, and he wanted to hear my voice whenever he felt like it as well.
He wanted to go out with me whenever he pleased, and he wanted to stay in bed with me whenever he wanted to as well.
He wanted to know who I was seeing, and who I was talking to, and what I was doing when he wasn’t around as well.
He wanted to know where I was going, and when I was coming back, and who I was going with as well.
And at first, I thought it was so sweet because he needed me so much; and that’s how much he loved me in return too.
But then I realized it was a bit much and a bit too much; and he was suffocating me with his jealousy and his possessiveness as well.
He was controlling my life, and he was dictating my terms, and he was making my every move as well.
He was telling me what to do, and when to do it, and how I should do it as well.
He was forbidding me from seeing my friends, and from going out at night, and from going to school as well.
And he was telling my parents what I had done, and what I had said, and who I had been with and where I had gone as well.
So I started rebelling against him and his authority as a result; and he didn’t like it, not one little bit.
I talked back at him, and I fought back, and I ignored him whenever he tried to talk to me as well.
I did whatever I pleased, and I went wherever I wanted, and I went out when he wasn’t around as well.
It only made him angrier, more controlling, more possessive, and more violent as a result.
He started shouting at me, and he started screaming at me, and he started yelling at me as well.
Then he started pushing me around, hitting me, slapping me, pinching me as well.
Then he started kicking me, punching me, throwing things at me, threatening me with a knife as well.
Then he started choking me, suffocating me, banging my head against the wall as well.
And then he started raping me, abusing me, torturing me, humiliating me as well.
It became a vicious cycle that went on day after day after day; and it just wouldn’t end no matter how hard I tried.
So I stopped trying; and I gave up; and I let him have his way with me then.
I let him abuse my body; and scar my skin; and bruise my bones; and break my spirit as well.
I let him rape my soul; and torment my mind; and destroy my dignity; and shatter my self-respect as well.
I let him take control of my life; and take over my world; and take away everything I possessed; and take away everything I held dear as well.
And then I’d let him apologize to me, and beg me for forgiveness, and cry to me, and swear to me he wouldn’t do it again as well.
And then I’d let him seduce me, and charm me, and sweep me off my feet, and make me fall in love with him all over again as well.
And then he’d take me out, buy me things, spoil me rotten, treat me like a princess as well.
And then he’d make love to me, make sweet love to me, make passionate love to me, make wild love to me as well.
And then he’d give me his heart, his soul, his body, his mind as well.
And then he’d give me his life, his world, his everything, his all as well.
And then he’d tell me he loved me more than anything or anyone else in the whole wide world too.
I knew it wasn’t true, but I wanted to believe it was true all the same anyway.
But one day, he proved me wrong once again, very wrong indeed.
It was the night he found out I had spilled juice on his brand new sneakers by mistake; the night he lost it big time indeed.
He started hitting me with a belt, a big thick belt he had taken off his trousers especially for the occasion too.
He hit my head, my face, my shoulders, my back, my arms, my legs, my breasts, my stomach with it too.
He hit my hands when I tried to cover myself with them too.
He hit my mouth when I tried to beg for mercy or to plead with him to stop too.
