My Story Part III

“Say something bitch, yeah I got the knife now.” The words rang loud as I lay pinned down to the ground, while my son’s father straddled me.  His sweat dripped onto my face as his dark brown eyes filled with rage, pierced my soul.   As my back touched the warm sand, it seemed as if my heart was beating a thousand beats per minute. Through my tears I asked him, so you’re just going to do this? So you’re just going kill me in front of my son, because he…

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