Empty. "I HATE YOU! WHY DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND? Are you stupid? Thick?" He grabbed me by the shoulders and stared inside me with his cold, furious eyes. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! It won't happen again I..." I was cut off by his hands covering my mouth. His dirty, evil hands. "I'm sure the neighbours would love to gossip about us wouldn't they? But we don't want their noses in our business, do we? So shut the fuck up, or we'll have The Filth on our cases,won't we?" He tossed me aside into the corner of our tiny one bed apartment, and chuckled at me. " 9 GCSE's my ass, dumb bimbo!" And with a crash of the door, Jason Luck was off to sell Smack and get some other,prettier 17 year old student drugged up and pregnant. This is my, Chelsea Stevens', everyday #life. In the clutches of an abusive, terrifying criminal boyfriend. Why me? I'd asked this question to myself dozens of times and still hadn't found the answer. I knew the answer to one question. How was I going to escape him? I wasn't. Or... I ran to the storage cupboard. Yes! The 2 man tent with a backpack, water bottle and coat was still there. I drag the supplies out and pack them snugly inside the backpack, along with a can of beans, sandwiches and some spoons and forks. I fill up the water bottle as much as I can, hoping it will be enough. Finally, I take Jason's wallet. A risky move...I open it to find several bags of cannabis, credit cards, fake IDs, and £300. I take the money and my hope and run for the door. I open it, having second thoughts. Should I go? If I stayed, Jason would beat me every day for the rest of my #life black and blue. That wasn't the #lifestyle I wanted. I was lucky I hadn't got addicted to any of his drugs! I decided that this was the right choice, and I that I was confident I could survive alone.