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 just stopping by to see how you are doing." He said.


"I'm okay. Thanks." I replied. He nodded his head still looking at me. The room went quiet for a while as he didn't say anything. I looked down at my hands that I was rubbing against the bedspread.


"I just wanted you to know that I wouldn't have asked you to leave the house if I had known what was going on at your house." Mr. Knight finally spoke.


I looked at him then. "I know." I said truthfully.


He then sit in the chair that was by my bed. "So why didn't you tell anyone?" He asked.


"I don't know...I thought no one would believe me and also my stepfather had said that if I told anyone, he would do worst to me. I got scared." I answered.


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