When he punched me in the stomach I collapsed to my feet. He warned me that he was "done fooling around" and yanked me up the stairs by my hair and arm. He dragged me to his bedroom and threw me on his bed when we got there. He took off his belt and threatened me with it.
It suddenly hit me what he was going to do. He had thrown me on a BED and it was clear I had made him angry and that he was going to make me pay for hurting him. I didn't survive that last prick to have to deal with another. I was going to get out of here no matter what it took. My self defense was going to pay off. I was sure of it. I started scooching off the bed and landed on the floor. I got to my feet immediately and we were staring at each other trying to predict each other's actions with the bed between us.
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