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

"He did not talk to me much. He never had a personal or casual conversation with me. He only talk to me when he wants something." I shake my head. "Most times, I would think that I was an added responsibility and nuisance to his life. I knew he didn't care about me, but I never thought he would ever hit me."


When I was finished speaking, the officer who had asked the question, look at his elder partner, wondering if he had any more questions for me. I really wish they didn't, because I didn't want to talk about this anymore. I've been talking about this for ten minutes now and the more I brought up memories, the more choked up I get.


Unfortunately, that wasn't going to happen as the blonde officer spoke again. "Could you explain to us in what way were you abused and what kind of weapons would he use?"


Chapter 64