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

Well, I've had those moments thousands of times. Right now for instance, I was wishing that I have an invisible cloak like the one Harry Potter had. I would throw it over me and walk away, escaping the evil look of my stepfather.


One minute I'm here and POOF! I will disappear in front of him. He wouldn't know what happened. He'd probably think he was losing it.


But those were just wishes that would never come through. So here I was standing in front of my stepfather, who has a pissed off expression on his face.


I knew that expression so well that I instantly got scared. I knew he wouldn't hit me in a public place, but what if he would? What if he decided that he didn't care anymore? What if all the years of drinking alcohol had gotten to him?


Allan then tilted his head and studied me. "I thought I told you to come back home." He said threateningly.


Chapter 47