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

Mom's eyes widen and her hands moved to cover her mouth. "Oh dear God." She replied. She shifted her gaze from me and looked at Dad, then back at me. Her eyes were filling with tears. "Why didn't you tell us?"


I shook my head. "She didn't want anyone to know."


Dad looked at Mom as he spoke. "If I had known that he was doing that, I wouldn't have asked her to leave." His voice sounded hard and it was also filled with regrets.


I didn't have time to have a discussion with them right now. Time was going and every minute Kayla spends with that man, was a squeeze to my heart. If he lays a hand on her, I'm going to kill him.


I turned to Mom again. "I have to go. Call the police and send them to his house!"


It was the fastest I've ever driven in my entire life. Breaking ever speed limit, I was at Kayla's house in five minutes. I pulled the car to a halt, cut the engine and sprinted to the front door. Without hesitation, I burst the door open and it hit the wall with a bang.


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