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 entered the bedroom again and sat on the bed. I saw an old guitar leaning up on the closet door. It had the initials, C.G.K, scribbled on it. Before I could inspect it, there was a knock on the door. I answered and Carson came into the room.


"I see you look much better." He observed as he walked over to the bed where I sat.


"Not really. I'm still having an headache." I respond, then pointed to the guitar. "Is that yours?"


Carson looked in the direction I pointed. "Yeah. It's been a while since I used that. I didn't even know it was in here."


"What does the 'G' stands for?" I asked curiously.


"Gershard? That's a very unusual name." I said.


"I don't use it, because I don't like it." He said.


"Well I like it. It's a very nice name." I replied.


"I hope you won't start calling me that." He warned.


I smiled teasingly at him. "Maybe I will."


"Kayla, you better stop." He said glaring at me, but his lips was tugging up into a concealed smile.


Chapter 35