Four weeks, this is how long Rena had been staying at random friends places, she no longer had a home and it was her fault. She was the one who made him mad and made him lose his temper. It’s what she told her friend when she came and rescued her - her face bruised and lip split and swollen. No matter what anyone said she believed that in her mind. Daniel and Rena had been together since she was 18 - he was her world, he was also her downfall. Things had been amazing at the beginning.. In fact everyone had called them the golden couple. And they had been, in public. In private it was another story. The blonde learned to perfect makeup so that she could hide the marks he’d made. She didn’t go swimming or out with friends lest they ask her questions. Finally though, she was free… free and afraid that he would come for her.<br/><br/>Duffel bag on her back she wandered the streets looking for a place to sit for the evening and eat and maybe have a hot drink. The streets were packed for the most part, and only thinned out towards the neighborhoods in the area. She was only a few blocks away from a small all night cyber-cafe that people paid to use their services and get food and drink.<br/><br/>From behind her Rena heard footsteps behind her..heavy, determined.<i>It’s just a regular person, it can’t be him, he’s miles away still. He can’t have found me this easy…</i>She thought to herself. Her blonde hair swaying as her feet picked up the pace. It a chillier than usual night and all she had on her at the moment was a zipper hoodie that barely contained her curves, it was the one thing that Daniel had liked about her, even though he’d always told her no one would ever want her. That she was damaged goods - he especially told her this after a beating.<br/><br/>When the steps got closer, she started to run, thinking she would dart around the corner and hide behind a bush or fence whichever came first. However, her bag was top heavy and as she made her turn she tripped over her own feet and came crashing down with an “Oof!” Turns out it was a jogger who was on their nightly run. They shot her a look before shaking their head and continuing on. Rena knew she looked a mess, pulling out a small mirror from a side compartment in her bag she saw her makeup askew and the fading bruises were prominent from lack of sleep and hydration. “Dammit..” sighing she got herself up, her grey eyes scanning the area, noting that a fair sized group of people still milled around.