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 was quiet for a while and he seemed a little uncomfortable. "Um...no." He said.


"Good. So do you mind going to your class and allow me to go back to mine?" I asked. I walked away from him before he could say anything else.


I knew that I had lied once again, but I just wanted him to stop interrogating me and that did the trick. I smiled as I recalled the expression that was on his face. Serves him right! I soon reached my English class and got back to the lesson.


It was now after lunch and thank God, I was feeling much better. I wasn't throwing up anymore and the pain in my stomach had receded.


I stepped into my AP biology with Jasmine and sat at our table. Soon after that, our teacher Mrs. Freeman walked in.


Chapter 11