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Date Posted: 20:46:13 04/01/06 Sat
Author: Rodeo - Sarah
Subject: The Question: Prologue
In reply to: Rodeo - Sarah 's message, "My Fan Fic" on 20:42:25 04/01/06 Sat

The question crosses every persons mind at least once in their life. Well it was my turn. So, this is my life, is this what I really want? I have asked myself that question manyatimes. I raised my head and glanced upwards and watched his hand gliding over the strings of his guitar, creating the perfect harmony to his perfect voice. Yes, for the first time in my life I had what I wanted, and I was completely happy with the life I was living. He was all I needed. Sure, he would hug every woman that crossed his path. He probably kissed them too. Most woman would be upset if they knew this about their man. But not me, I knew there was nothing behind those signs of affection. I had something those woman didn’t have. But before I go any farther let me go back, back to a time when I wasn’t happy with my life, back to the beginning.

It was a dark time in my life, my boyfriend had become abusive. I had turned to wearing long sleeved shirts to hide the bruises. When one bruise disappeared he’d put one back in the same spot the last one had been. After a particularly brutal beating I had had enough. I packed up my bags, took my dog and left. I had been on the road for less than a minute when I saw him in his car driving wildly behind me. I picked up my cell phone and dialed a number that I knew always had a friendly voice on the other end.

I kept driving until I saw my allies car driving down the road in the opposite direction. I glanced out the rearview mirror. HE was still behind me. I could see his wild eyes full of fire and rage. How had I left it go this far? I stepped on the brakes And he stopped just short of my bumper. I stepped out of my truck first. Confrontations weren’t my thing, but I needed this to end. I saw my friend park his car and I was happy to see he was accompanied by another man. They reached me at the same time my boyfriend did. Just as he grabbed my arm and undoubtedly caused another bruise, my friend grabbed his arm. Great I didn’t want there to be a brawl out in the street especially not between them. I now saw the other man towering over my boyfriend. I knew there had been words exchanged, but I didn’t really hear them. My friend grabbed my hand and we ran for it. He sat me gently in the back seat of his car, I wasn’t sure what was going down outside. I was sure it wasn’t pretty. The door opened again and my dog jumped in. My friend and his buddy jumped into the front and the car sped off. Leaving my boyfriend standing menacingly in the middle of the road, glaring in rage.

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  • The Question: Part I -- Rodeo - Sarah, 20:53:07 04/01/06 Sat
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