The crunching of my ribs under his size 13 feet shoes; is a sound ill never forget..

        From room to room i ran. slamming doors behind me and locking them, finding the biggest obstruction i could do block my self from his direct blows to my head and body. Doesn't matter what locked door or dresser or tv walunet i stood by for protection it would be in the air and thrown about in shreds and pieces before i could even blink. The grasp of his fucking baseball glove size of hands ripping me to the floor to sit on me and repeatedly punch my head and flailing body trying to get out from under him, never would i raise my hand to return a punch because that would have ended my life for sure. Trying to protect yourself but not possibly aggravate him even more, fearing for my life every second of every fight we had. i remember the one time it had started in the living room and he had tossed the tv walunet to the ceiling and it came crashing back down in pieces, everything that had been on top of it and inside wads broken and littered all over the living room floor. hundreds of pieces fucking every where , grabbing me by the hair and yanking me has hard as he could downwards to the ground screaming "clean it up bitch" kicking me in my side and back as i crawl across the floor trying to clean up this mess he just made. crawling by chunks of my hair on the floor that he had ripped out, my lips dripping blood under me as i go...i could only get about 15 peices off the floor before before i  was being grabbed by the hair again pressing my face to the floor to "lick up my blood "  he said . Disobeying or not co-operating meant i got it worse of course but i refused to lick my own blood off the floor! well.... that got me flipped around soo fast , had pinned his knees on my shoulders and hold my head wrenching it to the side as i fight soo desperately not to let him snap my neck, i am using the other half of my body to over power him, my hips, my legs, ankle and feet to try to thrust my body around and up to throw his body off mine and use my legs any way i could to try to wrap around his neck or kick his back, i wasn't going to die like that, so helpless and for him to look me in the eyes as he does it, i tried my hardiest, slowly loosing my breath and gasping now and choking under his fucking hands wrapped around my throat. i knew i had to do something when my vision was starting to go blurry and white, i knew he was getting the best of me and i had literally seconds to think how i was going to survive this. finally thrusting hard enough i threw him off of me and was trying to run to my room but had to run through the kitchen to get there, well him being literally 6'7 and size 13 feet! he reached and grabbed me by the leg to stop me and once again i hit the floor and got up as fast as i can to try to stay away from the most vulnerable positions i can be in for him, so once i was at a standing position he reached over and grabbed the butcher knife from the knife block and held it against my kneck blade side facing me . In the mind of an abused victim, you know you only have a few options or it will end your life,. every moment this is happening im planning my escape route and trying to get away with minimal damage and alive. Knowing one wrong move or word will slit my throat or stab me. patiently waiting with this knife on my neck as he is catching his breath...what seems like an hour was probably only two mins... waiting for the right moment, suddenly he starts crying, shaking and crying so i quickly threw the hand with the knife away and ran to the bedroom, locking the door and grabbing the dresser and siding in front of the door in hopes of making it harder for him to come in or get to me when he does. ...well in he comes flips the dresser on its side, grabs me by the neck lifts me in the air, my feet are about 3-4 feet off the floor dangling as he holds me by his hand and my throat... i swung up to knee him in the chest and he dropped me and stomped on my with his massive rib crushing size 13 foot shoe size. I vividly remember his foot coming down 4 times while I'm laying on my side on the floor in the fetal position..knowing this cant be good at all and i need to get up from this spot so i spring up and dart right out side of the apartment door and I'm running down the stairs barefoot trying to get outside of the building for help but once again he catches me on the stairs and i fall and turn around and try to get away from him so i tried to go back up the stairs when he grabs my food and throws me down on the stairs and once again as one rib cage lays directly against the stairs and the other rib cage is facing directly up to the ceiling, so I'm sideways and hes once again stomping on my ribs multiple times  , just as some fucking woman comes out of her suit and says whats going on! quickly he puts his foot on the floor and says "nothing" as i was just caught in the most vulnerable and embarrassing possibly situation being held on the stairs like that for all to see, as she closed the door i ran up those fucking stairs as fast as i could and ran in my suit and locked the door. !!!!! FELT SOO GOOD !  petrified of what  would happen next i yelled through the door .. "have a nice life " and waited and waited till he walked away, i remember watching the living room window after making sure i could see him walk down the road  so i knew i was finally safe. that day i took my clothes and left the very next day and never went back..... that fight alone i suffered 8 broken ribs and took me 2 months to heal and as i am writing this now 6 years later and two pregnancys later, i have suffered bad pain from having my body stretched and shrink again, sitting positions, sweeping and moping and weird motions where my ribs are in the equation lol it hurts and feels like they shift to this day, i still cant touch my left side rib cage.

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