Leona
Leona told her little granddaughter as she rocked her to sleep. The small infant cooed and soon fell into a deep restful sleep. Leona wondered about her daughter, if she was still on the run from that creep who tried to kill her. He had been fine for the most part, well he had been drinking one night, her daughter had told Leona, and he had tried to choke her. Heather was her daughter's name. Leona would rather not say his name, the creep. He didn't matter to Leona. Heather on the other hand still loved her husband like most abused women do, thought Leona. She wished that this tiny baby would never know her father's name, never know anything about him. He doesn't deserve it, Leona thought. Leona had read up on abusive husbands a her. Her daughter told Leona that her abusive husband had done this one night without warning. He nd that they rarely deserved second chances. They never truly stopped their behaviour. Never stopped abusing. She too had been abused early in life...
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