I was, not there, my self respect and will was broken.

The hitting got burtle at times, he would always apoligize after viewing the damage but I grew numb to it all.

I knew this morning would be the day I would not make it back home.

I felt like running away just to remove my self from it all.

He was a product of his home life and I could not help him.

He grabbed me, and shook me as if I was a rag doll. My eyes were no longer holding fear.

It was almost as if I had an out of body exsperience and I was looking outside of my self at what was happening.

I snaped.

I startred screaming running down the road, he followed me to a wooded area.

I collapse onto the ground, I remember looking up at him and telling him no more that he was not going to hit me any more.

I found the strength from some where and reached for a rock that was laying next to me.

I swung, the rock hit him on the side of his head.

He collasped and I got up and ran, I look back and he was not behind me…....