~~She wakes up to find herself in a Queen sized bed, trying to sit up she winces in pain struggling through the pain; she is able enough to try and see where she is. Looking around she notices very expensive items such as the real wooden black dresser, a tell entertainment center complete with a 60 inch flat screen television, a long with some other things. Also, the nice silk sheets that she is wrapped in and the silk pj's set that she now realizes she has on. Seeing her reflection in the t.v. set, she gasps. Two black eyes, bruises on her mocha colored face, and a busted lip. Wanting to move closer, the pain disables her to do so, rendering her immobile. Lifting the sheet, her legs are propped up on pillows, her right ankle wrapped tightly in some bandages. It looks really swollen but she could not feel the pain or tell if it was broken. The slight jiggle of the door knob causes her to flinch, enters this dark chocolate young man with dark blue jogging pants on and no shirt. Muscles rippling from his arms as he carries a medium black steel tray full of breakfast food: eggs, pancakes, bacon, grits, and apple juice. Their eyes meet and with a bright smile, he greets her, "Nice to see you're up."

Her mind not really noting who he is, she stares blankly at him but smiles when he sets the tray in her lap. "I wanted to bring you some breakfast before I headed out for a run." He places his hands on his hips while he watches her dig into the breakfast. She looks up at him and nods. "Okay." He claps once, "Bathroom is over there." he points to the right and she looks at the bathroom entrance, then back at him. "There are fresh towels and wash clothes. I have asked my personal assistant to shop for clothes for you, so you could have some thing to wear other than that torn and dirty dress. She should be by here soon." She nods chewing on the bacon. "If you need anything my pager and cell number is on the nightstand." She looks to her left next to the bed, there is a black night stand that matches the black and white and a little blue theme going on in the bedroom. She turns back to him. "And/or the maid...err...butler Jere, who is tending to the kitchen can help you, okay?" She nods, he ambles up to her and kisses her forehead, then leaves.

~~She had no idea what is going on, but so far she loved it. She only wishes that she could remember who the guy was and what happened the night before. However, trying to remember only brought on a serve migraine. Grabbing the t.v. remote from the nightstand and turns it on. Flipping through the channels, she stops at the news channel; she hates the news because there is so much sadness in the world. But, the face of her ex-lover Patrick West is plastered on the television screen. Gasping, she turns the volume up to get a better hear, "Just in Patrick West, suspected murderer, drug dealer, and also suspected of having an underground prostitution ring has been captured today. Police found Mr. West hiding out at his baby mom's house in the closet..."

She turns down the volume, she knew that he was always sleeping with his baby mama, for all of the 5 years they have been together; even when he denied it. Sighing, finally finished with her meal, she sets the tray on the empty side of the bed and looks at the business card that the young man had left her. Picking it up, she reads his name, "Tyson Reese; Apex Sciences Computers. Computer Science Engineer." The name did sound very familiar to her, but as she tried to think on where she'd heard his name, that serve migraine started to creep its way back in. She pushed the thoughts aside for now.

Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, she gently gets out of the bed, putting some pressure on her left ankle, she winces a bit but then hobbles to the bathroom. Switching the light on and looking into the mirror, the image of her nearly scares her. The worriment and wounds on her face are completely visible. Including the new editions. Seeing this, her hazel green eyes begins to swell up with tears. She couldn't believe that she let him do this to her, beat her so bad, so many times for so long. 5 years of abuse and miscarriages all cause he didn't want any more kids or thought they weren't his own. She sucked up the tears, she's been strong for so long, she had to keep on being strong. She could not think of a reason why she should keep on being strong, but she knew that she had to do so. She had every reason to break down and cry on this bathroom floor, but she didn't.