I'm in here in this room of the estate...see...he kissed me and it was great....I truly feel much for him...so we came back and I showed him the scars mommy gave me on my back...he said he would never hit me...I wish I could believe him. After a while he said we should get some rest and he told me to get a shirt on...I knew it...I knew my fat stupid body would get him to hate me before he liked me....he told me I am perfect but I know he doesn't think that. He despises my body...so I hid in the corner of this room....he might hit me...Mom used to say that if a man ever is upset with me they will hit me...three times as hard as she did....I hope he doesn't....but the worst thing about it is...even if he did....I would like the way it would hurt...
I was happy...
At least for a while....
