"Please stop! Please stop hurting him!! We have money! Is that what you want? Money?? We have plenty to give! Just please!!" I'm smacked across the face.
"I already told you to shut up bitch. I don't like repeating myself." He gets into my face. I scowl at the smell of his breath. His breath smells like cheap tequila and cigarettes. "You're going to be quiet now. Right?" My eyes land on my husband. He looks up at me and mouths the words run. I can't just leave him here. Aaron looks at me, his eyes pleading for me to run. My knee makes contact with his groin then I run. I don't get very far before he tackles me. I jam my heel into his stomach and hurriedly get on my feet. I begin to run again, this time kicking off my heels so it's easier to run. I exit the cabin to see the road and cornfields. My heart wants to run into the middle of the street and scream for help, but I know better. I've never had to run this much in my entire life combined. My chest hurts and I can't breathe. I need to hide.
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