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Can't Breathe Without You *Pt.1*

Hello. It's Leslie. Thanks for the votes for "With You." Anyways, I just wanted to make another story. I will continue "With You."
-Leslie:)

The street's sparkled, as I walked. The wet, concrete floor, was as shiny as my glitter-covered shoes. The rain splattered against the road, making it even more shiny. I put my grocery bags down, and signaled the taxi to come my way. The guy opened the trunk, and put the grocery bags inside. I opened the door, and got inside.

Driver: What address?
Me: 3595 Rose Lane Dr. 
Driver: OkieDokie.

When I got to my small 2-bedroom apartment, I found a mess. Beer bottles everywhere, glass on the floor, and stains on the carpet. Even worse than all that. My boyfriend Devion was on the floor, holding a beer bottle, all drunk, and fast asleep. I looked at him, and sighed. He's a real nightmare. I was way to tired to clean it all up. And it was 11:00 o' clock, at night. I put the grocery bags on the table, and collapsed on my bed, upstairs.

The next morning, Devion was gone. But the mess, stayed. I groaned and remembered how much mess it was. I grabbed a trash bag, and started picking up all the beer bottles. Devion suddenly came in.

Devion: Oh. I have a headache. *Holding His Head*
Me: Well, someone shouldn't have gotten drunk, last night.
Devion: Shut the fuck up, you slut. I didn't even talk to you.
Me: Don't you dear call me that, again!
Devion: *Slaps Me*
Me: *Holding My Face* I'm calling the cops. *Running Out Of The Room*
Devion: Come back here, you shit! *Chasing Me*

I ran to my room, and closed the door in time. He pounded on the door, with his fists.

Devion: Open the door, you whore!
Me: Leave me alone! I'm calling the cops!

I checked my pockets, and remember my phone was at the kitchen. Shoot! Now I was trapped in here. I hid in the closet, and closed the door. The last thing I wanted was to get hit by Devion. He always does that. I have a huge bruise, on my leg, because once, he hit me with a baseball bat. He uses everything he see's. Finally, he kicked the door open, and knew I was hiding in the closet. He opened it and picked me up by the shoulders. He slapped me really hard on my face, and then took off his belt.

He started taking off his clothes, and I had a feeling he was going to rape me.

Devion: Raping time!

I smacked him, and ran past him going into safety.

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