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The pain coursing through my body nearly sent me into unconsciousness. But I knew I couldn't faint. If I did, Ma Shan would surely continue to beat me. I had to grit my teeth and endure.
I lost track of time, but eventually, Ma Shan's kicks finally ceased. Slowly, I opened my eyes and found myself lying in a pool of blood. My nose bled, my mouth was bruised, and blood covered my body, staining the ground beneath me. My consciousness began to fade.
Just before the last vestiges of awareness slipped away, I felt a wave of regret wash over me. Why hadn't I run away back then? If I had just fled, I wouldn't have ended up in such a dire situation.
When I awoke again, it was in a hospital room. I opened my eyes to see my parents. They were crying uncontrollably.
"Jingjing, you're awake?" My mother rushed over as soon as she saw me open my eyes. "Jingjing, you’re finally awake! You scared your mother to death."
My father stood beside her, wiping his tears. "Jingjing, you’re finally awake! Do you know how worried your mother and I have been?"
I opened my mouth to speak but found that my throat hurt too much to say anything.
"Jingjing, don’t try to talk just yet," my father said gently. "The doctor said your throat is injured; you can't speak for now." He picked up a tissue from the side and wiped the sweat from my forehead.
As I looked at my parents, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.
“Jingjing, don’t cry. The doctor said you’re still very weak and shouldn’t get too emotional,” my mother quickly comforted me.
“Don’t cry, we’re all here with you,” my father added, trying to soothe me as well.
I looked at my parents, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door of the hospital room.
My father walked over and opened the door.
In came several people dressed in black police uniforms. At the forefront was a girl with brightly dyed hair.
I recognized her. She was “Polaris,” the friend I had met in the game.
It turned out she hadn’t abandoned me after all. She had been worried when I didn’t log in for a long time, so she took our chat records to the police station.
As a result, the police really did find me. They also uncovered Ma Shan ’s crimes.
The police were investigating Ma Shan and preparing to file charges against him.
Ma Shan was arrested for intentional injury and taken into custody. He was now waiting to be prosecuted.
And I, at last, had escaped danger, lying in my mother’s arms and crying loudly.
My body was covered in both new and old wounds, and it took more than a month to gradually recover.
That home—I would never return there again.
I pleaded with my father to help me sell the house.
In the detention center, Ma Shan sent a message through someone, expressing his desire to see me one more time. I refused outright. There was no longer any need for me to be involved with him. His fate was already sealed, and I would not waste any more time or energy on him.
My life, my future, would be dedicated to myself and to those who truly love me. I had met Polaris and we had become good friends. I am grateful for her efforts to help me during my most desperate times. Polaris is a student at N University, currently in her junior year.
During the summer vacation, I invited her to my home. My mother was there too, and she prepared a lavish spread of dishes for her. Polaris praised the food enthusiastically. Despite everything that had happened before, I gradually began to heal.
I started actively engaging in therapy and reconnected with former friends, sharing my experiences with them. They all encouraged me to recover quickly. I also joined the anti-domestic violence association at school to help other girls. Only those who have experienced it can truly understand.
If I hadn’t chosen to leave back then, perhaps I would have already perished in that domestic violence scene. It was their support that helped me realize the importance of love and the necessity of cutting losses when harm comes.
Now, I will no longer foolishly hope that an abuser can change, nor will I expect myself to resolve their violence.
I will leave immediately, without looking back.
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