[Fair Warning: This chapter contains scenes of domestic violence and physical abuse, If this is a sensitive subject for you, please proceed with caution or consider skipping, if not, happy reading]
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Victor's car pulled up at his driveway with him feeling like the walls were closing up on him.
His mind didn't even register that he had parked the car and walked out of it, not even bothering to close the doors.
His world was crumbling before him and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
He couldn't start pointing fingers without any proof, neither could he fight back in any meaningful way.
Everything he had was slipping through his hands and as if trying to hold sand with open fingers, the harder he clenched, the faster it drained away.
Victor stumbled up the steps of his porch, his legs heavy as lead. The key fumbled in the lock before he finally shoved the door open. His house—his sanctuary, even that would be soon taken from him.
