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

I soon reached home and opened the front door with my keys. As I pulled the door open, the door was being pulled from the inside. It swung open, hitting the wall behind it. My eyes went wide as I saw a very drunk Allan standing in front of me. He was drunk a lot lately. He pulled me inside the house roughly.


"Why is it that you are always coming in at six and I know that school ends at two thirty?" He demanded in an angry voice.


"I...I was at a f-friend's house. He was tutoring me." I answered. I was really terrified of the murderous look in his eyes. I could tell he was very drunk. His eyes were bloodshot.


"Is that what they are calling it these days? Tutoring?" He asked pointing a finger at me. "You are a slut. That's what you are." He spat at me.


"You are way out of line." I said. I was trying very hard to contain my anger. How dare he calls me a slut?


Chapter 23