As I sit here thinking this couldn't be true, he hits me yet again.... I fear for my life and for
my unborn child. I see the anger building up slowly inside. I can't cry for he will beat me
harder if he sees the tears, so as I sit here getting hit over and over again falling are the
silent tears amongst him. I think of the life that I had before I went back to the Thug Life.
Where Blood's were the big issue and everyone turned their head as they heard the verbal
abuse that he puts me through. Control is his goal and he had just that. Stripping me of my
dignity and humility. God please let this all be a bad dream. I am just barely pregnant by
him and yet the way he hits me is like he don't care. Embarrassing me when his homies
come around, making me walk around in just a top as if I am just some trophy to place upon
his wall. So scared to write, so scared to tell, so the silent tears fall amongst him yet
unknown to him so that I don't get hit yet again. The simple thought of I must escape
crosses through my mind and as I leave I continue to hold my rosary in my hand praying to
God that if he just lets me get away, then I promise to do right and raise this baby through
him.... Yet as I still think back in fear the Silent tears fall amongst him as they shall continue
to do until I can break free of the fear.