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 grinned as he look at me. He put his hand on his chin and pretended to think. "Hmmm...I think you have told me before."


"Well, you better get used to it buddy, because I will be telling you a lot." I replied.


Before I had a chance to think, he had me laying on my back again with him hovering over me. I caught my breath from the unexpected movements and look up into his smiling face.


"I look forward to it." He said, before claiming my lips with his.


A month and a half has passed and slowly but surely things were getting back to normal. I have been seeing a therapist which have been helping a lot. I'm not having nightmares as much anymore and I don't think about what my stepfather use to do to me as much as I used to. I knew I had a long way to go, but therapy has helped a lot.


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