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My world is spiraling out of control over the horrifying reality that my marriage was a ticking time bomb, and I had no way of defusing it. "I can’t believe this is happening. I should have left when I had the chance. Now, look at me lying here in ‘All this blood! All this blood!" Tears roll down my cheek while adrenaline courses through my veins, making it difficult to process the pain I feel. Lying on the floor, I am trapped in a nightmarish scenario with no escape. I hear sirens in the distance, and urgent voices call my name. Through my tear-filled eyes, I see emergency workers rush toward me. The anxious expressions of the EMS team fuel my desire to survive, reminding me I am not alone in this fight, even as pain threatens to consume me. The anxious voice of Jake, my brother-in-law, urgently asks an EMS technician, "How is she?" The technician replies, "We need to get her to the hospital. She's lost a lot of blood." His words hit me hard, deepening the dread in my chest. As t

Blake's reaction was immediate and protective. He reached up and seized hold of my wrist, halting my movement with surprising strength.“Have you lost your mind! Treasure, I told you to go home. I will talk to you later.” He said firmly, his lips bawled up.“Let me go!” I snatched my wrist from his grip. I knew I was upset as my eyes began to water. I had to restrain myself. I almost forgot that physically, I’m in no condition to be in an altercation and win.So, with a final glance of disappointment at Blake, I turned and walked toward the exit. The valet signaled me to a taxi.Upon arriving home, I was engulfed by a sense of feeling overwhelmed. The burdens of the world seemed to weigh even heavier today. I trudged through the doorway, feeling my heart sink deeper with every step I took. As I rounded the corner, I accidentally collided with Jake, my brother-in-law. His friendly smile sharply contrasted with the chaos within me.“Hey, Treasure! Wow! Look at you! I almost didn't recogn

Here I am lying in the hospital, deep in thought. I was in a state of shock, an inch from being dead. I didn't think Blake would do something like this to me; I didn't think he had the nerve. But here I am, I guess actions speak louder than words. A few minutes later, the doctor came into the room."Mrs. Crenshaw, I have good news: you are being discharged today. Now, young lady, take it easy, you are still very fragile, and your body needs time to heal. Losing as much blood as you did is a serious matter. So, please, get plenty of rest and eat well and drink plenty of water and fluids.""Thank you, Doctor Clayton." The minute he left the room I felt nervous all over my body, I began to tremble, my hands couldn't keep steady. I sat on the bed trying to calm myself."He's sending me home. There's Nothing Wrong with Me? Why do I feel this way?" I began to question myself because something felt terribly wrong. I tried to reason with myself. 'I'm sure others have felt this way after a trau

"Yes, why wouldn’t I? She’s my secretary." He said arrogantly.Before I knew it, I had hauled off and slapped Blake across the face. That's when I knew there was a thin line between love and hate. I hated Blake Crenshaw.“I'm warning you." He said fiercely, pushing my back hard up against the wall. "Don’t ever put your hands on me again. You don't know the things I do to people regularly. Don't make me show that side of me to you, woman!” Blake shouted, taking his fist tightly, bashing it into my face. Blake looked at me, and I could tell it was the same look he had seen the night when he showed up at my house seven years ago, looking for my deadbeat gambling uncle. I was afraid, but I refused to show any signs of it as I was doing right now. My stance used to turn him on, but now it made him furious!But I was very afraid, but the life I lived as a very young child has taught me a few things, one, never letting them see you sweat. Because bullies, predators, and those who prey on the

The rain poured down on this stormy night, as I was shoved out at the door of my home, all because I wanted to divorce him. I rolled my suitcases to the trunk of the car. I looked up at the gray sky as my tears continued to flow freely. I was glad it rained, so no one could see me crying. There was no stopping what was happening to me, and the pain and hurt I had to endure it. But the cruelty of my husband didn’t start there. It surmounted many years of marriage. The rain had become a metaphor for all I went through in my marriage. No marriage deteriorates overnight. It starts with one raindrop at a time, and before I knew it, I was living in a thunderstorm of heartbreak.I sat in the back seat of the car, staring out at the streets that blurred by in a haze. My mind was wrestling with fear and thoughts of where I was going. The drive was so long that it felt like I was being taken far from civilization. Crenshaw’s family’s old estate was located at the end of this long-forgotten town.