My life in prison was hell.
It was seven o’clock in the morning just after he left for work. I took my identity book put it in my pocket and left the house.
I went to the nearby clinic, sat there for almost an hour as to confuse the “waders” watching me.
I later took a taxi to some farm in Reitz. I was out there alone after along time, no money, no clothes. Not even a toothbrush to freshen mouth.
But I was free
Free from that lunatic man, free from the insults, free from the rape he called making love.
I brake out of prison,
Tears ran on my perfect Chick’s, but this time it was tears of joy.
I left him, I aren’t his punching bag anymore.