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&quot;Why are you packing all your things,&quot; he hissed, through gritted teeth.<br /> I took a deep breath, with my finger over the button, readying to hit send. I said, &quot;Because I am leaving you.&quot;<br /> &quot;No, you are not leaving me,&quot; he yelled.<br /> &quot;I saw you earlier, sleeping with another woman, in what should have been our bed. It was what I needed to see that you were a controlling prick our whole relationship. So, yes, I am leaving you,&quot; I responded calmly, turning and hitting send.<br /> He growled, &quot;You are not leaving me! I bet you think this because you are cheating on me. Who is he? Show me who you were sending a text too just now.&quot;<br /> &quot;Get off of me,&quot; I yelled, trying to push him away from me.<br /> &quot;Who is he,&quot; spitting as he shouted, pulling my hair harder.<br /> —<br /> Eilith&#039;s POV-<br /> I returned home, thinking I would be able to have a nice relaxing bath, and then maybe plan a nice romantic dinner for myself and Dylan, if he is home from the football match early enough. It wasn&#039;t something we often did at home. I thought it would be a nice change. I love to cook, but he prefers to eat out at lavish places. He is the type to love to flaunt his wealth. Those plans were soon dashed...<br /> I entered my flat quietly, just in case Dylan was still asleep, which is how I left him this morning when I left to visit my grandparents. What I saw in front of me stopped me in my tracks. My mind went blank. In that moment, I almost forgot to breathe.<br /> I somehow managed to get the front door closed behind me quietly. When I turned around, I focused more on what was going one even though I was already beginning to understand what was going on, and honestly it didn&#039;t feel real. It didn&#039;t feel like it was happening to me.<br /> A cooked breakfast that had been made and eaten by two was left on my dining table. Romantic music played on the radio. I couldn&#039;t quite hear it; I think because this whole thing felt like an out of body experience. I could not believe my eyes; Dylan had never once done anything like this for me. He would never cook for me, I think he even joked that it was a woman&#039;s job once, but he was drunk and with friends, so I never took it to heart. Yet he would do it for a woman, who was not his girlfriend.<br /> I felt pain in my chest, that spread up my throat choking me. I knew I would not be able to say anything to him, but I had to know, was he really cheating on me?<br /> I quietly walked further into my flat, towards my bedroom, almost tripping over his shirt that lay discarded on the floor. It was not the only article of clothing strewn across the floor. There was some woman&#039;s clothing on the floor too. Judging by the size the woman had to be a supermodel or something. The clothing was so small. It had to be the smallest size you could get here in the UK for women.<br /> I suddenly felt so insecure, because that size of clothing would never fit me now, it did when I was in my late teens, but not now.<br /> I arrived at my bedroom, but I made sure to remain hidden out of sight. Thankfully the door was open a little bit, so I could see everything. I could hear his distinct grunts and moans, as well as the moans of another woman.<br /> I peered through the small crack in the door and saw him having intercourse with another woman in my bed. His back was to me, so he didn&#039;t notice that I had seen what he was doing. The woman looked like a supermodel to me, but I really couldn&#039;t see her very well, except for a little bit of her blonde hair that was spread across the sheets. I didn&#039;t know her, but a hatred grew in my heart almost straight away for her.<br /> I could feel my eyes well with tears, as my hand covered my mouth. I could not stay here any longer, my voice was all but gone. I couldn&#039;t stay there to speak with him, let alone look at him right now. Not to mention, I know he has a temper when someone confronts him, it has happened before when we were out, but it has never been aimed at me before. Something I was always scared of happening. How could he do this to me, after everything I had done for him? How could he cheat on me after all these years? Has he been cheating on me this whole time? Could I really forgive him if he made promises? I just needed to get out of here for now.<br /> So, I left, as quietly and quickly as I could. I didn&#039;t want him to know that I had seen him, because I could not deal with the confrontation right now, and his excuses and temper.<br /> <br /> I knew I had to start packing everything that I had to take. I pulled out my list and got to work. I headed to the safe, I kept hidden in the bedroom. I unlocked it, and took out my passport, my mother&#039;s jewellery box, and the folder I kept important letters and documents in. I shoved them in my handbag, which thankfully was large enough to hold all of it. I grabbed my suitcases out of my wardrobe. I had two sizes a large one and a cabin one. I opened both, leaving them on the floor. I quickly yanked some of my clothing off the hangers and threw them in the suitcase. I emptied my drawers of clothing and just threw them in my suitcase. I chucked in my favourite pairs of shoes. I grabbed my electronics that I wanted to take. Though I could buy replacement electronics, and I probably will once I get settled in, I need to be able to keep a line of communication open with my grandparents and so I can get a new job in London. I grabbed whatever else I could.<br /> I looked at the time and saw a text from Kelly. She had managed to leave work an hour early, and Josh had picked her up. They were on their way to me. I suddenly had this feeling like someone was behind me. I typed HOD into a text before I turned around. Dylan was standing in the doorway to what was our bedroom. He had his hands clenched into fists by his legs. A rage in his eyes that I have never seen before, far worse than all the other times he was angry.<br /> &quot;Why are you packing all your things,&quot; he hissed, through gritted teeth.<br /> I took a deep breath, with my finger over the button, readying to hit send. I said, &quot;Because I am leaving you.&quot;<br /> &quot;No, you are not leaving me,&quot; he yelled.<br /> &quot;I saw you earlier, sleeping with another woman, in what should have been our bed. It was what I needed to see that you were a controlling prick our whole relationship. So, yes, I am leaving you,&quot; I responded calmly, turning and hitting send.<br /> His heavy footsteps thunder towards me, making the floor of our flat shake. His hand tangled into my hair, and yanked my head back, before snatching my phone from my hand. Thankfully, I locked it before he could read my texts. He growled, &quot;You are not leaving me! I bet you think this because you are cheating on me. Who is he? Show me who you were sending a text too just now.&quot;<br /> &quot;Get off of me,&quot; I yelled, trying to push him away from me.<br /> &quot;Who is he,&quot; spitting as he shouted, pulling my hair harder.<br /> I pushed him away from me. It surprised him enough to let go of my hair and to stumble backwards away from me, I screamed, &quot;I never cheated. You did. You have restricted me, banned me, belittled me, and treated me harshly on countless occasions. My heart is broken. How I could ever love a man like you, I do not know.&quot;<br /> Tears welled in my eyes, so I turned around and began to zip up my suitcases. I didn&#039;t want to see his reaction to what I said, I couldn&#039;t deal with him if he started crying. I really might faulter if that happens. That was when I felt something hard hit the back of my head. My head began to pound and ache. I gripped where he hit me on my head with my hand and turned to look at Dylan. But before I could say anything, he raised his fist and slammed it into my face. The blow was hard enough, to knock me backwards into the bedside cabinet. I hit my head on the corner of the bedside cabinet, before hitting the floor. I could feel a wet hot liquid slide across my face. I touched it and looked at my hand. It was blood. I was bleeding from my head. I gripped my head and began to curl up into the fetal position. Before I could curl up, Dylan kicked me in the stomach and ribs, not just once, but many times. I lost count how many times he kicked me. I felt something crack in my rib cage. I tried my best to use my arms to protect my body and head, but there was only so much I could do, while in so much pain. The pain was excruciating. All I could do was cry and whimper the pain made it too hard to move. He grabbed my hair on the back of my head, tearing some hair from my head, and snarled, &quot;If you hadn&#039;t threatened to leave, then none of this would have happened. Do you want to know why I sleep with other girls, because after all the times we have slept with each other, you were never ready for what I needed to be full satisfied. But now you are going to find out. Remember this is all your fault.&quot;<br /> He slammed my head into the ground. The impact made my head heavy and made it hard for me to keep myself conscious. My ears were now ringing from the impact. It was because of that, that I did not hear what he was doing. The ringing subsided, only for me to hear a massive crack, and a shocking sting across my back, which made me cry out. I managed to look up and see that he was holding a whip. He hit me with a whip. I was now seeing a completely different side to him, a side that would have made me run for the hills years ago. How did I not see this side to him?<br /> &quot;This is what I like,&quot; he growled, lust evident in his voice.<br /> I tried my best to move, to get away. But I was in so much pain. The sound of the crack of the whip came again, just before the impact on my back. I screamed out. This time it was even more painful. The taste of blood filled my mouth, as I felt a trickle of blood pooling on my back. Tears were streaming down my face. I was trying to prepare myself for another blow. But that was when I heard the sirens. In that moment, I had never felt so happy to hear sirens before. Dylan dropped the whip, and muttered.<br /> That was when he bolted out of the door. I breathed a sigh of relief, even though my chest hurt so much. Pain was all over my body. My head and back were the most painful. With my head hurt, it was getting harder for me to stay awake my consciousness was wavering. My eyes closing slowly, the pain becoming unbearable.<br /> I listened, carefully, despite my failing consciousness. I knew Kelly had to be here with Josh and the police. I heard yelling but it was all too far for me to be able to hear exactly what was said. A moment later a police officer came through the door, closely followed by Kelly and Josh. The police officer said into his radio, &quot;I need paramedics up here now. Charge that man these two told us to arrest. Charge him the GBH. I also need a large evidence bag.&quot;<br /> Kelly and Josh rushed to myside, as Kelly said, &quot;I should have gotten off work soon, so we could have been here sooner. Eilith, I am sorry.&quot;<br /> She gripped my hand and squeezed it. I wheezed, &quot;Don&#039;t be sorry.&quot;<br /> &quot;Eilith, can you tell me where it hurts,&quot; Josh said.<br /> &quot;Are you a paramedic,&quot; the police officer asked.<br /> Josh shook his head, &quot;I am a boxer, training for the Olympics, I have first aid training, so I can help until the paramedics get here.&quot;<br /> My eyes began to feel heavy. My head was pounding so much that it was getting hard to stay awake. Josh gripped my hand, and said, &quot;Eilith, you need to stay awake. I can see your head injury. I can tell you have a chest injury, by your breathing. Try to keep your breaths slow and gentle.&quot;<br /> &quot;What did he do to her,&quot; Kelly sobbed.<br /> &quot;He struck her in the head two times, punched her in the face, kicked her several times in the stomach and chest, and finally he hit her with that whip over there,&quot; Josh said.<br /> &quot;How can you tell that? Did you witness it,&quot; the policeman said.<br /> Josh shook his head, as I wheezed, &quot;He is right, but he didn&#039;t see.&quot;<br /> &quot;Eilith, don&#039;t talk until the paramedics get here. Try to rest, but keep your eyes open,&quot; Josh said.<br /> My consciousness began slipping. It went black for a few seconds, but Kelly and Josh&#039;s calls for me to wake up, snapped me out of it. My consciousness returned long enough for the paramedics to get here, and get an oxygen mask on me, get IV fluids going, and get me on to the stretcher that they had brought with them. I was finding it hard to stay awake. When the paramedics were dealing with me, I noticed Kelly grabbing my handbag, and a few pieces of clothing for me. She even pulled her phone out and began snapping images of my wounds and the whip, and the police that were present. I wasn&#039;t sure why, but I would certainly have to ask why she did such a thing.<br /> Conversations between those around me started to sound different. It was getting hard to try a remain awake. The paramedics moved me out of the room and into the ambulance. I guess Matthew had told Kelly to get in the ambulance with me, because she was there with me.<br /> &quot;Drive fast, and radio ahead to the hospital,&quot; one paramedic said to the other.<br /> &quot;Is it really that bad,&quot; Kelly asked.<br /> &quot;Yes and no. The head wound is the most concerning. But she is fighting. Last time I saw a wound like that, the person couldn&#039;t keep their eyes open, but she is trying her hardest. She may need a few stitches on the wounds on her back. She will need x-rays and I suspect an MRI,&quot; the paramedic said.<br /> I could feel the ambulance moving fast, weaving in and out of other cars. My pain was only intensifying. The blaring sirens were not helping my head any, it only intensified the pain. But we soon arrived at the hospital, where I was given pain relief. Doctors and nurses flooded around me and began seeing to my injuries. I think I saw Kelly talking with a doctor and the paramedics. I was taken for an emergency x-ray. Then my wounds were treated, some required stitches, but others just required antiseptic treatment and a sterile medical pad and bandages. I was then taken for an MRI, to check the damage done to my skull and my brain. Only then was I taken to a hospital room, and told the results of my x-rays and MRI, by my doctor.<br /> &quot;Hello, Miss Clarke, I am Doctor Ward. I have looked at your x-rays and MRI results. I can say you have no intracranial bleeding from the blows you sustained to your head. But I would like to keep you here for a couple days to ensure that your head injury only improves. You have a very bad concussion, we just want to make sure you don&#039;t get any bleeding on your brain, given the fact you lost consciousness a few times, it is best we keep an eye on you. You do have a few cracked ribs as well, but with proper rest, you should recover from them easily. Do not do any strenuous activities, especially after you leave here. Or, your ribs could snap and puncture your lungs, so make sure to take it easy. Try not to move too much, as you have had to have stitches in your back. They should heal quickly as long as you keep them clean. We will put new dressings on them tomorrow and again on your last day here. Before you leave in a couple days, we will do another MRI to be safe, and make sure you haven&#039;t developed any bleeding,&quot; he explained.<br /> &quot;Thank you, Doctor Ward. Did you explain this to my friend who came with me,&quot; I cleared my throat.<br /> &quot;You are welcome. As they were only friends, I was not able to reveal details, but I am happy to explain it to them before I send them in. A nurse will come around with antibiotics and more pain relief in a couple of hours, but if you are in too much pain, please call them for aid. Also, there are police officers and friends of yours outside waiting for you, should I send them in,&quot; he asked.<br /> I nodded, &quot;I know my friends will be worried sick, so please tell them before you send them in, and I know the police officers will want my statement and I expect details of my injuries from you.&quot;<br /> &quot;You remember what happened,&quot; he inquired.<br /> &quot;Yes, I do,&quot; I responded.<br /> &quot;That is very surprising, but a very good sign. Many will head injuries like yours will forget all sorts of different things. Do you mind telling me what happened? I know you have been beaten very badly,&quot; he questioned.<br /> &quot;My ex-boyfriend, I tried to leave him because I found him cheating earlier today, so I tried to leave. He found me packing, and attacked me,&quot; I replied.<br /> &quot;Alright, I will add that to my medical report. I do suggest that maybe you speak with a psychologist, while you are here, I can send one to you tomorrow morning, if you would like, because you need to get some rest first,&quot; he said.<br /> &quot;That will be okay, I know I should speak with one,&quot; I whispered.<br /> &quot;I will get on that now. I will send in your friends, and the police,&quot; he smiled, before turning and heading for the door.<br /> I was left alone with my thoughts, for a few moments. I couldn&#039;t help but think that Dylan will not leave me alone. Something told me that he may know about who I really am, which is part of the reason he did not want to let me go. But he has cheated on me and put me here in a hospital bed, I have never been more certain than anything in my life. I will leave him and do everything I can to stay away from him. I just had to hope that the police are not as corrupt as people make them out to be, and actually make sure that Dylan goes to jail for this.

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