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    With the surprise of a gasp behind me, I turned, and was shocked. I could hardly find any words. "… You’re … not Carol …"

    "No," the woman said, obviously confused and also understandably concerned. I would later find that she was concerned for my sanity. "… Would you … like me to call someone for you?"

    I couldn’t help but panic. "No! No, please don’t call the police! I’m begging you-"

    She interrupted me as I got up from the chair as clumsy as ever. "No, I wasn’t about to. I think you misunderstood."

    My breath was shaky. Everything was crumbling – I would have no place to go, and I didn’t have the money to stay here for long. I would have to find someone else who would take some pity on my situation – a real nightmare. I could hardly stand I was so afraid and so terribly sad. I think she could see that I was about to cry.

    "Please … come in?" When I picked my head up, I saw her motioning to her back door. When I followed her concerned line of sight, I saw that she had been wondering about the child behind me.

    "Could she use your bathroom?" I sniffled, and felt utterly pathetic. I couldn’t even care for my child like I felt a mother should, although I knew I had done all I could. At least she wasn’t watching abuse, I reasoned, picking up my bag and helping Angelica inside. I accepted this woman’s hospitality because of her friendly nature, and her very comforting presence.

    Once I had helped Angelica into the washroom, I looked back to the woman who had both arms crossed with a very touching look of concern on her face. She didn’t even look to be judging me, just curious. Maybe that’s what helped me to open up.

    "I’m sorry … I used to know the people who lived here … I’m just in kind of a bad spot, and … I thought they would be here … I guess I wasn’t thinking …"

    She just smiled, and must have seen me flinch when she reached out to put her hand on my shoulder, because she quickly placed it back on her hip. She was quiet for a moment. "Is she alright?"

    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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