HOC – Mỹ Hà 4

That was the last time that I got beaten by my husband. I decided to plan an escape. To the Central Highland province of Dak Lak it would be. First, I sent all my identity documents by post to my friend’s, then I asked one of our neighbours – also a close friend of mine, to pretend to come visit me every day and helped me sneak out our clothes piece by piece. After that, all that was left was to wait. The time came when one day every one of my husband’s family headed out for a wedding, I knew it was my chance – my only chance – and if I did not take it, I would never be able to get out of that house ever. So, I pretended to take both of our children to the market for groceries.

My neighbour stuffed all of my belongings into a bag and brought it to a meeting place that we had picked before. In the bag were six pieces of clothes for three of us, and a family photo album of the time when we were still happy together because after all, I still wanted to keep to our hearts some good memories of us. The whole thing was literally a breakout. When my husband and his family learned about it, they flipped out, scouring every place possible to find us. I heard they even hired gangsters to track us down, and threatened to kill those who had helped us.

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