Escaping miracle-1

Grabbing a bottle of water, I lean against the marble counter and gulp down almost the whole thing.

He is cheating on me. I just know he is and when he comes home, he uses me as a sex toy when he can’t turn anywhere else. It breaks my heart remembering how much we loved each other in the beginning. Until I remember the first time he hit me, of course. Now I despise him. If I could, I would leave. But where would I go?

We live in a house that he bought a little over a year ago. It is surrounded by a forest of trees and the next neighbor is more than two miles away. We only have one car, which Jonathan uses all day and all night which means I am stuck here 24/7.

Even though he is a successful lawyer, he never uses his money to buy the things we need. Like food, for instance. When he isn’t home, sometimes he could be gone for days, leaving me here to starve with the occasional crackers and water.

To make it plain and simple, I basically live in a prison. Only thing is, I can roam outside if I want to. Not like it matters much, though. I hate the outside for the fact that it’s not like I can go anywhere.