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    "For our trip, Mommy?" she was always so optimistic, and forever oblivious. It was so much better that way.

    "Yes, angel," I agreed, always able to give her a smile – no matter how devastated or damaged I had been.

    That was the only answer she needed, and we were out the door. With only the bare essentials along, aside from a few of my personal treasures, we left. For good. Just knowing I would never be back, I had to turn around at the only house Angelica had ever known. I swallowed hard. "Say goodbye, hunny."

    She looked up to the house with a childish innocence I was so happy she still held in her eyes. "Bye home." She kissed her hands and held them out before I took her hand again, and we were on our way to the bus. I wouldn’t risk anything – no calls for a taxi. And as it might not have been the best choice, it was the best I could do on such little time. I didn’t even call Carol and Steve – old friends of friends who lived in our destination: LA. I would call from a pay phone half way through our trip.

    The bus ride was actually peaceful in the morning silence of the exhausted passengers. I kept Angelica in my lap, kissing her head every now and then and watching the condensation on the windows. I loved that I could still give her such comfort, and that I could still protect her from the fear – the same fear that was still rushing through every vein of my body – that someone he knows may have seen us or stopped us, or even worse was the fear that he would see us. I thought if that were the case, he might finally beat me to death. I held her a little tighter at that thought, and needed to have some optimism, so I asked her to tell me about her favorite toys which I had packed along.

    It wasn’t long until we were on the train, and I could let out a sigh of relief once it started moving. Only then did it register that this was it – I had finally done it. I had the courage to leave him, even though I knew this was far from the end of my journey.

    Comments

    1. Really great start, I love the way you write and you already have me hooked with this story. I can’t wait to see the connection grow between them as something positive comes out of something so terrible

    2. The first thing that ran through my mind after reading the first paragraph was J.Lo’s movie (only good one) “Enough”. I can’t wait to see what happens next.

    3. Hey GR, What a great opener to what is lining up to be a fantastic and important story. While I accept that this might be too difficult for many people to read however it survives and grows in silence. I applaud you for promoting the the idealogy of survival and optimism. Life can and does get better when you take charge of your destiny. The hardness part is the constant emotional and physical blackmail that the abuser use to maintain the status quo. I have the feeling that Tina’s life is about to improve immensely. I can’t wait to read more. GR, you take on the hard subjects then educate and entertain. You rock my world. Many thanks and keep up the great work. Your Loyal Fan and (Proud) Friend.

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