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

"Shut up you bitch. You are only getting what you deserve." Allan growled out, finally getting back to his old self.


Allan raised his hands which held the kettle getting ready to throw the hot water at me. I finally reached the entrance to the kitchen, so as he dashed the water towards me, I run from the kitchen. I felt a hot burning sensation on my hand and I knew it caught my hand.


"You bitch! Get back here!" I heard Allan roared as I run from the house. I ran as fast as I could and I didn't stop, afraid he might be after me. Although, I knew he wouldn't risk people seeing him chasing me.


With this knowledge in mind, I came to a halt and stop for a minute to catch my breath. I look down at my right hand and saw that it was becoming red fast. I knew I had to hide it, but I didn't want to risk going back home to change into a long sleeve top.


Chapter 10