Learning to Live Again

Calli is a girl who has experienced more than her fair share of pain, and it has left her scarred. Learning to trust, love, and live again proves to be more difficult than anyone could have ever imagined. Then she meets Chris, a good looking kind man, and things slowly begin to change. Slowly she begins to trust, confide in, and even love him. How will their story end?


1. The Beginning

                I can feel all the life draining out of me as I'm being beaten and dragged around our apartment. He wont stop, he just keeps yelling at me, and hitting me, telling me that I've fucked up and I'm going to regret it for the rest of my life. He keeps screaming that I never should have left, and I should have just stayed and worked it out. 

  Through all of this, the only thing I can think about is the baby. The poor little life that's trapped inside of me as I'm being slowly murdered. I hope with everything I have left inside of me that it's gonna end soon, and my baby will be okay, but I know that's not going to happen. The last thing I see is his face right in front of mine, and then I wake up.

   It's so hot in my room that I am literally sweating baseballs. I get up and go check all the windows and the door to make sure they're still locked, which they are. I turn every light on in the house, and make sure he's not here. I know he can't get me, but it doesn't stop me from being scared.

   I wish i could say the dream was just that, a dream, but it wasn't. It all really happened, and my baby, my poor innocent baby died that night. When I met James, he wasn't like that. He was sweet, kind, caring, funny, and so handsome. He treated me so well, and I truly thought I was going to marry that man and spend the rest of my life with him, God was I stupid. 

 Our relationship wasn't all bad, I know that at some point he really did love me, but then the drugs and alcohol got to his mind, and things slowly started changing. I remember the first time he hurt me like it was yesterday. We were arguing because I caught him cheating on me, and I told him he was a pathetic excuse for a man, and he shoved me. Almost as soon as it happened, he realized what he had done, apologized repeatedly and then left when I asked. Stupidly, I gave him another chance, and that's when things really started getting bad. The next time he hurt me was because I wouldn't have sex with him. I mean, how could I? It was only a couple weeks after I caught him cheating, and I didn't want him to touch me like that. Well, he didn't like that. That's when he punched me, but he didn't get far. I fought back that time, and broke his jaw. I thought that was going to be the end, but boy was I wrong. For the next two years, it was repeated abuse and assault, leading up to the final moment where I almost died, and my baby did die. I haven't seen him since that night, he disappeared. He's still out there somewhere, and I have no doubt in my mind that he will someday find me, but I'll be ready. 

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