He hit her again, but somehow she knew this time would be different. She ran to her car, a storm was brewing. Very fitting.
Her adrenaline was pumping through her veins, blood dripping, sweat from every pore as the snow began to fall.
She reached the hospital, the same hospital that believed her when she said she fell off a ladder, never asked how her bones where broken, quietly stitched her up again.
This time she calmly said I need a safe place to stay. Her outward calm was hiding a volcano burning in her, ready to explode.
She lifted her bruised chin and held it high.
She followed a Woman's Advocate through a twisted winding route to a safe house, careful not be followed.
After hours of paperwork she was finally left alone.
The adrenaline had wore off and every muscle in her body hurt.
The shelter gave her a room with a blanket and a thread worn towel.
She took a shower to wash away the blood, the shame and the horror of the day, of her life.
She left with nothing but the torn bloody clothes she was wearing. She could not put those back on.
She walked back to her room in the thread worn towel.
Her middle class life was now changed.
She had nothing.
She knew it would be a long hard road, that it would be so easy to go back to her old life of financial comfort. But she knew she need to feel safe.
Tonight she would sleep naked in a strange room.
She would cocoon herself in a worn blanket.
She knew the only way out was to become the beautiful strong butterfly she was meant to be.
Michelle - guest blogger
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Carol Mary's thoughts on love and this journey we call life!