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

"Hey! You just can't resist milkshake." Jordan exclaimed, shoving Michael.


"And what are you guys doing on the street this late?" I asked, then shook my head. "You know what? I don't want to know."


"Do you want to know?" Jordan asked, wriggling his eyebrows in mischief.


"As I said before, no. Forget I asked." I said, then take up the tray from the table where I had rest it. "Now, if you boys excuse me, I have to get home."


"How about you come with us?" Jordan suggested, before I could turn away.


"Are you crazy, Jordan? I have to get home." I said, shaking my head.


Jordan looked at me in surprise. "Wait, how did you know it was me? People can never tell us apart." He stated in a shock voice.


Chapter 15