Tangled Love

The smell of alcohol hits me and I feel bile rise to the back of my throat. I swallow, blinking and meet his eyes that are cold and hold a glimmer of evil.

I'm back at home, cowering in the corner as Trevor landed blow after blow. My eyes fill with tears, each one bigger and heavier than the next causing the lights of the fair ground to blur in my vision.

"What do you want?" I whisper quietly, feeling my heart thump wildly against my chest. Everyone else faded, the music disappears and all I can see is Trevor in front of me.

He tilts his head slightly, examining me and I sway a little, feeling dizzy and unbalanced. The only thing supporting me is the bench. He takes a step towards me and I whimper, causing Trevor to smirk horribly. He knew he still has control and power over me and he loves it. The past few weeks of progress suddenly vanish within seconds and I feel like a scared powerless little girl once again.

This was it . . . he was my trigger to everything I've been working towards. I lose all my confidence, I'm back to being petrified and feeling like I'm not worthy. I close my eyes, the tight hold on my lungs causing it hard to breathe.

"Where have you been staying?" he hisses angrily, standing over me. I push myself as far back as I can go, feeling the bench dig into my back. His hand shoot out and grab my arm, twisting it painfully. I yelp but Trevor is oblivious to this, still waiting for an answer.

"Get off me. You can't do this anymore!" I plead, my eyes wide. He responds by tightening his grip, nails digging painfully into my skin. I shut my eyes and clench my jaw, hissing from the pain.

in my ear. My entire body is shaking in fright and I can feel my throat tightening as I struggle to breathe.

— hands — off

and we were back in the fairground, the music blaring through my ears. My vision is blurred from the tears in my eyes and my hands are shaking vigorously in my lap.

front of me and Trevor, holding a burger box and two drinks. His eyes are cold, emotionless and his jaw is clenched

"Who the hell are you?" Trevor spits in Jake's direction, refusing

"I said . . . get your

face drifts closer to mine and

yourself a little boyfriend, have you?" He hisses and I gag again, feeling the bile

around, chuckling at his own sick joke. He finally drops my arm and I clutch it tightly against my chest, letting my tears

remains rooted to the spot, his eyebrow raised at Trevor's actions as he

away from Jake. My eyes widen as I realised Jake is taller than Trevor and

eyes flickering down