Her Secrets by Morgan B (books suggested by elon musk .TXT) 📖

She ran as her wet hair clung to her body. She looked back to see if his shadow was still there. Her small feet splashed in the mud, raising it to her legs. Her arms pushed through the thick air as her breath slowly disappeared. She couldn't see him, but she could hear his foot steps. She could hear his panting and could smell his stench of whiskey.

Black tears rolled down her cheeks as she pushed through the woods, touching each cold Birch tree as she passed it. Her pale skin shined in the moonlight, almost twinkling. Her breathing was heavy, so heavy that she knew he could hear her anywhere. The caliginous world felt like it was closing in on her, even though she's been running for what seems like hours, still getting no where. Her head spun, going through her mistakes, regretting leaving, having half a mind to turn back, but she didn't; she kept going, desperately in a search for a way out of the hell that was her life.

"Samantha!" He roared. His screeched raised the hairs on her arms and her breath hitched. She stopped and looked around. Surrounding by tree's, she was trapped. He finally had her blocked. He was finally going to win.

She reached her hands out to her sides and closed her eyes. Taking in the musky smell of the air and calming her heartbeat, she stood still. Her face pounded with pain. Her cheeks throbbed with aching, excruciating pain. She slowly reached her hand up to her cheek. She flinched at the touch. She lowered her hand and the bright red blood glimmered in the moonlight. She wiped her blood stained hand on her bare leg and thats when she heard it. It roared over all of the trees. It echoed through the mountains and hills. It gave her goosebumps. It made her stomach turn upside down and out her throat.

"Bitch!" He screamed. She ran to a bush and crouched down beside it. She held her breath, terrified it would set him off, but it made her chest feel heavy and her head spin in circles. "Sammy, baby, darling, love." She cringed. "I'm sorry, it wont happen again."

She touched her cheek again. She bit her fist because that was the only thing keeping her screams in. It hurt so bad, worse than all the times before.

She promised herself something, one of the biggest promises she's ever made to anyone. One more punch, one more slap, one more unwanted touch, and poof; she was gone. Keeping this promise was the most important thing she's ever done.

After countless lectures from her bestfriend telling her to leave, she's finaly doing it on her own, but not like she thought; she knew he was going to kill her if she left, and thats why she has to do what she's going to do, she has no choice.

"Samantha," His creepy voice rung. She quickly hid behind a tree as he gave the chain saw one more tug. It spun and spun making her sick. "Come out and play."

She peaked her head out and held her breath. He walked right past her. She didn't know what she had to do, but she had to do something. She couldn't let him get away, not again.

She blamed herself. Afterall, she always argued, "I am the one who argued. I am the one who forgot to pick up the towel. I am the one who made the dinner too hot. I am the one who forgot to call him. I am the one who didn't smile when talking to his boss. I am the one who forgot to kiss him in the morning. I am the one who keeps messing up." She blamed herself for everything, because thats how she was raised.

As he took a couple more steps she bent down to her knees. She picked up a rock that laid at her feet. She tightly gripped it and raised it over her head.

"Ahh!" She shouted as she came out from behind the trees. His surprised face was priceless. His black eye brows almost raised above his forehead, touching his scalp.  His mouth was open with pure amazement, something she's never seen before. His eyes. That was her favorite part. His eyes were wide open, staring, looking into her soul, wondering why, thinking where he went wrong, but that was the biggest part; he was always wrong. He went about everything wrong. Women are not an object. You cannot control them, use them, and only take them out when you want a swing at them or when your buddies want some fun.

 His dark black eyes stayed open with fear, and as terrible as it sounds, it made her happy, elated with joy actually. The fear he showed was a refreshing change. For once it wasn't her crying, for once he wasn't on top, for once it was he who wasn't willing.

She raised the rock and let it drop. She heard the crack, pop and gushing. She heard his cry as he hit the ground. His knees dug into the wet mud, and then he fell backwards, slowly and with pain filled ehes. The chain saw fell from his hands and went silent.

She was stood alone, panting still, she looked down at him. She was relieved; it was finally over. She looked up at the trees towering over her and smiled, the first real smile she's had for years. Everything was silent. The only thing alive was the crickets echoing through her ears.

  She almost thought it was over. Just to be sure she stood their for a second, studying him. She looked at the gash on his head. She imagined the pain. She hoped he was in pain. She hoped he suffered like he made her suffer.

After what seemed like an hour she decided it was really over. She sighed and smiled. She looked down at her blood stained legs and closed her eyes. She realized her face wasn't throbbing anymore. Her face didn't hurt. Nothing hurt. She was okay. She was finally okay.

There are no words that described what she was feeling at that moment. Her constant trembling hands subsided and the terrified feeling in the pit of her gut was gone. Samantha went everyday with that feeling. No know whether today would be the day he finally did it, whether she was going to make it into work, whether she would have to drive three hours to a different hospital so they didn't catch on. She exhaled all of the worry that she kept inside and she finally let her tense body relax.

She looked at him once more and shook her head in disgust. She spit on him the way he spit on her everyday. Just when she thought she was safe and began to walk away, he rose and grabbed her leg.

"Not so fast you little b***h!" He shouted. She screamed in terror. His large cold hand wrapped around her ankle, pulling her to the wet, cold dirt. Her face slammed onto the chain saw. She screamed out in excruciating pain. He let go of her ankle. His face showed worry but his cold heart would have never worried for her. Never.

 She held what was left of her face. He took a step back and stood still. She laid still holding her breath, too afraid of the pain that would spread if she let it out.  She watched as he approached her and then she took her moment. She grabbed the chain saw and then everything went red. She let out the tears she's been holding in for years. She screamed and cried over him. She let the cold white tears stream down her cheeks, because she was finally free.

She opened her eyes and the bright light blinded her. She wasn't sure what had just happened. She wasn't sure about anything. Her face was still sticky with blood. Her head was pounding. She looked around and realized she wasn't in the woods anymore. After taking a second to recollect herself, she began walking to the nearest hospital. She didn't know how bad her face was, but she had to get it checked out.

She walked into the hospital, getting odd expressons from everyone she passed. She looked around but everyone seemed so busy. She was just about to turn around and walk out when someone grabbed her arm.

"Can I help you?" She turned around and a tall man with a bright white coat was standing before her. His peircing blue eyes caught her attention, and then she was lost for words. He tilted her head to the left and inhaled deeply. "Come this way." He said while taking her hand. She took a seat on the cold silver table and he examined her closer.

"Is it bad?" Her quiet voice barely made a sound. He didn't answer.

"What happened?" He asked while avoiding her first question.

"Well," She began, and for a slight moment she was actually going to tell him. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "It was just a hiking accident." He lifted a needle to her face and stuck her deeply.

"I'm going to have to sow it up." He paused "After your face will feel very tight."

"What did you just give me?"

"Its just something to numb the area." He answered quickly. She nodded slightly, anymore and she would scream in pain. She took a deep breath and moved her wavy red hair from her face. "I'm Dr. Neisse, by the way."

"Samantha." She bared herself as he rose the needle and thread to her cheek. She squeezed her eyes and disappeared so she wouldn't feel the pain. When she opened her eyes he was standing over her with a big smile on his face.

"There." He said. "All better."

She rose her hand to her cheek and grazed the stiches. She closed her eyes in pain but didn't drop her hand.

"Here," He said while handing her a mirror. "Take a look."

She reluctantly rose it to her face and opened her eyes. Her first thought was how ugly she looked. He was right about her face feeling tight. It even looked a little off center. She figured the chain saw grazed her and took off her skin, not enough to break the bone. She took herself as lucky. She touched her matted down, red, stringy, wet, long hair and sighed. She knew she had no where to stay tonight and it was already well into the night. She was standing, alone. She could barely remember what happened, but what she did remember kept flashing back into her mind over and over again.

 "Thanks." She said without making eye contact.

"Now, you should check in in a couple days to see how its healing, but other than that, you're going to be fine." He smiled. She nodded without any emotion and then stood up.

"Thanks." She repeated. She aimlessly walked out. So many feelings were over flowing her. She couldn't even wrap her head around what had just happened. Was it really over? Was he really never going to hurt her again?

She made her way outside. It was starting to get dark already. Within seconds it seemed like it turned pitch black. She couldn't wrap her head around how so much time passed. To her it seemed just like minutes.

 The moon barely lit up the road enough for her to see. She began walking down the deserted wet pavement. Her hair was still wet, clinging to her trembling back. Her small feet took each step, one harder than the other. It didn't matter how far she walked, and it seemed like forever, she still had a feeling that he would come back. She had the slithering feeling under her skin. She had the bruises throbbing with every beat of her warm heart. Her face didn't hurt anymore, but that was the only thing.

She stopped and realized that the sky was starting to lighten. She looked down the road. It