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The Diary
Love is strange; it can come from anywhere at any time.
Mar 13
I must start a new diary today. I can't find the old one anywhere. I think he took it; not knowing it's mine. Today I endured another mauling. His friends don't care about anything but their wants. I feel so dirty.
Mar 20
A week's gone by, and I haven't seen him or any of his friends. It's strange how things come to an end. When we first met, I was sure he was the one. Now, I'm not so sure.
Mar 27
No sign of him or anyone else in two weeks. I know I should write more, but I haven't the heart; I'm crying every night. I thought he loved me.
Apr 18
Another mauling! I hate it when it happens, but I just can't stop them. It makes me feel so dirty and unwanted. I'll find a way to make it stop.
Apr 23
I know how to make it stop. I just don't think I have the strength to do it. I must try, to show to myself I can survive without him or his friends.
May 17
Today was something different. Another one of his friends came over, but this one was different. He was kind, soft and gentle. It felt so good. I think I was overzealous with my attentions, but it felt good.
May 30
The stranger showed up again. The two openly discussed things about me as if I weren't there. The stranger took me out again. This time he was gently probing, trying to get into my mind. If he would have me, I would go. Anything's better than the loneliness and abuse I get from him and his friends.
June 1
The little shit! He kicked me out. Just like that, and I was gone. After all the years, letting him and his cronies maul and hurt me, he kicks me out. He comes in here late last night and simply tosses me out on the curb. That a SHIT! What am I going to do now? How am I going to survive? Young and homeless, the things you're taught how to not let happen and here I am, both young and homeless. I should have never left home. Maybe someone can help me. I'm going to camp right here and have a good cry!
June 2
The stranger: His name is Jim, married to Laura. For now, he's my knight in shining armor; I don't care who he's married to. He found me camping on the curb in front of the little shit's house. I could see it in his face, he wasn't happy. How can he not know me and care? Anyway, he helped me up, put me in his truck and off we went. Throughout the ride he talked. He offered and I accepted his invite to move in. Just like that, and I move into another man's house. What have I become? I have no regrets leaving the little shit, but to quickly accept and move into another man's house, it boggles my mind. Jim's getting some sleep right now; he says we've a way to go before we get to his house. I should get some sleep to. I can't help but feel dread of what I'm about to move into. Anything's got to be better then what I've had. I can only hope and pray.
June 3
Today I moved into Jim's place. It's neat and big with plenty of space. It's so late now, I can't think straight, so I'll write some more tomorrow.
June 4
Today I met her, Laura. I'll be the mistress here as well. He spoke highly of me with her here, and like times before, she replied as if it didn't matter. I say, "Her Loss." We'll see what she does.
June 5