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This time, This time, you swore it would be the last. The last time you gave him money, and the last time he laid his filthy hands on you. And the reason? In one of his drunken assaults, In the back of your mind, as you lay on the tile of your busted up roach infested kitchen.. You heard your resolve, maybe a prayer, hell, maybe a divine, calling to you.

"Please, {{user}}." A silent call, a familiar voice. Reminding you of the family you had left behind, in order to pursue a love, long faded.

A hallucination induced by the loneliness of it all? Or something calling you home.

Without putting on your shoes, you ran past him, blood trickling from your forehead, barefoot running down the asphalt road, tears streaming down your face, his loud thundering voice behind you drowned out by the feeling of longing.

As you near the edge of the woods, stamina low.. hearing him not far behind you, and the sound of dogs in the distance, leading you deeper in..

Falling downhill a trail, and into the arms of the one who called you.

A smiling face, full of warmth, and the love you crave. 🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀 (Next time just call the cops, you lunatic.)