Everywhere was quiet as I was having dinner with Damon. I guess the neighbours were not in. Of course they were not in, it's date night.
"You have to quit your job Megan" Damon said and continued eating like it was nothing
"What do you mean quit my job"
"I mean quit as in resign"
"You are joking" I said and continued with my food. I don't remember what happened, but I saw myself on the floor clinging to my cheek.
"Don't ever talk to me like that again" Damon said and walked out. I managed to pick myself up and sat on the chair crying profusely. I couldn't leave him, I am 35 years old, what will my friends say, they will mock and laugh at me. Who will want to be with a 35 years old lady. All these thoughts ran through my mind.
The next day, as I opened the door, I saw Damon sitting on the sofa drinking a glass of alcohol.
"Where are you coming from" he asked looking down at his glass.
"I went to the office"
"What did I tell you" he said standing up and moving close to me
"I went......" at this point I had started stammering knowing what he was going to do next.
When he had finished beating me up, he walked out of the house. I just laid on the floor and all I could think of was how to run far away from him. I just couldn't take it anymore. I didn't even think of packing anything. I headed straight for the gate and didn't look back. I got to leave and live free
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