Misty
Ugh! I can’t take it anymore. It’s two in the God d*mn morning, and he’s just f*cking yelling and yelling at her. I knew what was to come soon. He’ll start smacking her around.
No matter how many times I’ve tried to intervene in the last three years, by banging on the wall or calling the cops, this sh*t just keeps happening over and over again.
Three years ago, I came to Sacramento, California. I was tired of looking over my shoulder for what I did not know. I got a name from some friends that saved me, and got a job at a popular diner called Tiny’s that made the best burgers and pie around. The atmosphere was of a greasy diner, but Marvin, the owner, kept it clean and the working crowd that came in were decent people and tipped pretty well.
I moved into this rundown apartment
