I am scared.
I am helpless.
I am all alone.
Well, I never felt so afraid in my whole life before, afraid that he will again left another burnt mark on my lips, or another bruise on my arm. Afraid that he will harass my friends, my family and hurt the one I love most.
How could I even know someone like this in the first place? I have no one to turn to, to speak to.
A, for all those I said to you, I didn't mean it. I really had no choice. I didn't expect you to give me another chance, or to ask for your forgiveness, but only your understanding, please. I am sorry.