Fighting to stay alive

This is almost too much for me. I'm seriously fighting to stay alive. Fighting for my life. Things didn't go as planned, let's just say that.....
James found out through the grapevine about me thinking about moving back to LA and he didn't take it too well. He begged for me to stay-I truly got a chance to see what a loser he is-and how he'll go to any length to get what he wants and keep me right where he wants me-in his own prison of porn......sick ...truly, this is sick-why did I run away??? Why did I leave my family?? I had it so good, too good. That was the problem! Well, no matter what I am getting out of here and going back home!! When words wouldn't work, James ended up grabbing my arm, bruising it when  I tried to walk away. Nothing is good enough for him. I'm stranded on this island with absolutely no help, no support whatsoever....so what now? I still have the plane ticket-I bought that yesterday......I'm keeping it in a safe spot where he can't find it. I'm sure you're wondering, why did I tell one someone of my plans to leave the area if I don't want anyone to try and stop me? Well, that's where my naive nature comes in; I was dumb, I told...I guess I wanted someone to know. I should know not to trust these women by now. Hello, I know they work closely with James to try and make sure I don't leave....I know what's going on now...they are trying to keep me here..James is so damn intent on trying to keep me for his work because his other girls are getting too old-by porn standards- and here I am ,fresh meat-let's just say this honestly, I know that's how they think.......