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

Michael nodded his head as we continued to throw punches and dodging them. Just then, I connected a punch to Michael's nose. I smiled in victory, while Michael rubbed his nose and glared at me.


"Dude, I told you to watch the face." He complained. I just crossed my arms over my chest and grinned at him.


Just then the glare was removed from his face and was replaced by a mischievous smirk. "You're seriously going to pay for that." He said and before I have time to assess the situation, he launched at me and tackled me to the ground.


I heard Jordan shout from behind us. "You guys are idiots, you know that right?" I didn't have time to respond to Jordan, because Michael launched at me again and we began rolling around on the floor and grunting heavily.


Our match off wasn't a match off anymore, we were goofing off like two complete morons.


Chapter 55