Story of her life.

ANASTELA  

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 I was free , free of his anger ,free from his maltreatments , free from his constant beatings that i lost my four weeks old pregnancy, I have never hated my life until that day . I snuck up in my bed covers for weeks and when the bastard saw me ,he demanded i toughen up and get over a dead baby .

 That i was far too weak to have a child . 'But for how long?' the scared little voice in the back of my mind questioned.

He taunted my life and threw my love back at me .

 That was a worry for another day, I had made the first steps to freedom and that was all that mattered . 

I had destroyed my phone to pieces after leaving the house , and most things he bought for me i did not take them along, i know how possessive and obsessive he was with me. And so there was no way he could track me now , even if he