It’s been a few days since the brutal incident between Mr. Crawford and me. The night I ran from Mr. Crawford’s apartment, he called my phone so many times I was worried he’d follow me home. He stopped calling once I switched off my phone and I haven’t turned it back on in three days.
When I arrived home, I was lucky Uncle Jack wasn’t around so he didn’t see me come in with my tear stained face or hear me crying in the shower. I don’t think I’ve ever cried like this before in my life. I cried because I loved his hands on my ass before the s******g became painful. I cried because my ass hurt. I cried because Mr. Crawford is my boss and he s*****d me. I cried about how he’s making my life a living hell. I basically cried about everything related to Mr. Crawford.
I’m thinking about leaving
