3/31/2019
It has been a long week. Mark came back from Santa Monica, Ca. to see how I was doing. He brought a really nice dress for me. Covered my neck and buttoned in the back of my neck. Full-length sleeves with lace around the wrist that covered a little of my hands. It went all the way to the floor when I was bare foot. When I had it on and put makeup on my chin and eye you couldn’t tell I was bruised from head to foot. He stayed that night and I slept in his arms. He made sure I got my pills and food that I could get down. I had a lot of trouble eating because of the bruise on my chin and the bruises on my stomach. He went back to Santa Monic a,ca. because of his dads funeral. I went to school and no one could see the bruises. The only problem was when I sat in a hard chair one women ask if I was ok. I told he I fell off my bike and bruised my hip so I had problems getting up and down. School went well it was reall enjoyable week. No test just working on projects.
Mark came back early Friday morning. He came over around 8am. I was sitting on the toilet in a shirt and panties. He came to the bathroom door and asked if I was going to be out soon. I couldn’t move. Everything hurt. My pills had worn off during the night. I told him I couldn’t get up and that my pills had worn off. He went to the kitchen and got a glass of water and then came in and gave me the pills and water. He looked at me and said, “A lot of your bruises have turned yellow and you can hardly see them.” I was really happy about that. He helped me up and over to the bed. Helped me put my dress on. Took my hand and lead me to the kitchen. He was being so loving and caring. He put a pillow in my chair and I sat at the kitchen table. He said, “I am going to fix you a really nice breakfast and then we will watch some tv. Does that sound good?’ I replied, “Sounds great.” Marguerite was glaring at him. Jealousy was running through her veins. After breakfast we sat on the couch, talked and watched TV. I fell asleep around one and woke to find Mark right by my side.
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Mark woke me in the morning and gave me my pills. One of them was for the bruises to prevent blood clots. He told me he was already fixing me breakfast and I felt really great. The best I had felt since I came back. I went into the bathroom getting dress. Marquerite was working on Mark. She was saying things to him to upset him so he would break up with me. I heard her say, ” How can you have sex with her after those heathens raped her over and over.” That wasn’t true to my surprise. They liked beating the shit out of me but they never raped me. The doctor had even asked the two guys from the tent and they said they never saw them rape me. I was out most of the time from the beatings so I wasn’t sure. I didn’t know if it was because I wasn’t
I came into the kitchen and Mark who was cooking. He took one look at me and headed to the bathroom. I could hear him throwing up. I looked at Marguerite and said, “Oh that was not nice, not nice at all.” I went into the bathroom and changed clothes. I came out carrying the dress. I got a can of lighter fluid and matches out from under the kitchen sink and went out to the barbeque. I put the dress on the barbeque and lit it on fire. Mark came out and said, “What are you doing?” I replied, “We are breaking up. This isn’t going to work. I am going home.” He didnt say anything. I went to the bedroom. Put my shoes on and popped home.