I was terrified all the time.

I couldn't go on like this. I was even afraid of my own shadow.

I heard a noise downstairs and I knew Allan was home. He was probably searching the cabinets for his stash of alcohol. He was more violent when he was drunk.

I heard my stomach grumbled again. I was really hungry, but I couldn't go downstairs, because he would see me and find a reason to hit me.

I really don't know why my mother had married him. What had she seen in him? I don't know why I ask that question, because I already knew the answer. He was rich and my mother needed the money.

Dad died when I was ten and we started to have money issues. My mother had to do something in order for us to get by, so a year later she married Allan. She didn't love him and I knew he didn't love her either.

Her Saving Grace

Carson looked at me confused and then his eyes flashed as he remembered what I did in gym class. He stepped closer to me threateningly. "You don't have the guts to try that." He said.


By this point, he was close to me. I step back, but my back hit the lockers behind me. He raised his hands and instinctively, I shrunk back and used my hands to cover my face.


After awaiting the hit that never came, I slowly removed my hands and looked at Carson. He looked back at me with confusion in his bright blue eyes.


"Kayla?" He asked gently. To be honestly, I was surprised he knew my name. I didn't think he was paying attention when I said it earlier.


I leaned off the lockers and cleared my throat. I tried to look anywhere and at anything, but him. It was difficult because his searching eyes never left mine. Concern entered his eyes to mix with confusion.


"Did you think I was going to hit you?" He asked quietly.


Chapter 7