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'm not going back there. You're not going to use and abuse me anymore." I said, my voice hard with hatred.


"You ungrateful bitch. After all I've done for you, this is how you repay me?" He snapped angrily. "Your mother is turning in her grave at your behaviour."


How dare he talked about my mother? He had no right! He didn't care about her when she was alive and healthy and he didn't care about her when she was sick. All he cared about was himself. He only stayed with her for the sex.


I became so angry, that my voice rise with fury. "Excuse me? She is turning in her grave for what you are doing to me and don't you dare talk about my mother again, because you did not know her!" I shouted into the phone.


"You watch your tone of voice with me, young lady!" I could hear his heavy breathing through the phone. He was filled with rage. "You better come home this instant or you'll regret it!"


"Go to hell!" I shouted at him, then hang up the phone. I had it with him and his threats.


Chapter 39