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When you are young and naive, you make many decisions that may alter your perception of life. Putting up with domestic violence as long as I did made me look at life in another perspective. The scars on my body don't even reflect on the scars I have emotionally, mentally, and my self-esteem. It was a hot summer day as I was driving down the road. I had my best friend Gwen in the car, windows down music flowing through the car. We were doing what we called man hunting and we happened to see some men standing on the side of the road. Gwen talked me into turning around to talk to them. I met this man named Tyrick who was an old friend of Gwen's. Tyrick and I exchanged numbers without giving it further thought. He called me the next day to see if I wanted to go out and do something. I replied with the answer yes. He took me to his house to meet his family and everything seemed to be okay. He seemed to be the perfect gentlemen opening doors and being respectful. As the days went by the more inseparable we became. Tyrick and I were like best friends; it seemed as though nothing could break us apart. We were together for almost two months when he asked me if I wanted to get an apartment with him. I gladly said yes because my mother had already kicked me out of the house and I was only sixteen. With no where to go sleeping from place to place including in my car. He had got us an apartment in Dawnwood Apartments in Shiloh. The first two weeks went by with no problems seemed like nothing could go wrong. Then one day he asked me to get him something to drink but I was tired I worked all day long. It was the first time I had said no to him. He jumped up off from the couch and got in my face screaming at the top his lungs saying I pay for everything and you cant get up and get me something to drink. I got scared and asked him why he was acting like that. Next thing I knew I was trying to catch my breath. He had his hands wrapped around my throat so tight I couldn't breath. Everything started to get blurry and I felt my body hit the floor. When my back hit the floor it knocked the rest of the air out of my lungs. I began gasping for air and crying hysterically. I ran to the bathroom and locked the door hoping he wouldn't come in there. About fifteen minutes passed and Tyrick knocked on the door saying how sorry he was. He didn't know what had come over him that he never did anything like that before in his life. He assured me nothing like that would ever happen again. I came out of the bathroom with tears dripping off from my face begging him to never do anything like that again. With the promise that he wouldn't hurt me no more I put my trust in him. Everything was okay for the rest of the evening but you could still feel the tension. Days passed and we were starting to get along again. Three days later some of his friends had come over to visit us. They had told us the bad news about them getting kicked out of their apartment. Tyrick said they could move in since Rashida was pregnant and James was his best friend.
Approximate Word count = 2355
Approximate Pages = 9.4
(250 words per page double spaced)
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