Tangled Love

Do you ever feel yourself float away from your physical body in order to protect yourself?

Do you ever experience pain so fresh, it feels like your entire body is ignited in flames?

Do you ever sit back and question why? Why me?

A slap, then a punch, followed by a kick.

"Next time, you do as I tell you. No questions asked!" Trevor hisses at me through clenched teeth. His pale face is turning bright red, seething with anger. I nod furiously, pushing my petite frame as far up against the wall as I can. My hands physically shake, trembling from the fear overtaking me.

Whatever you do, don't make eye contact with him Emily. . . Eye contact is seen as a challenge.

I'd remembered to wash the dishes left over from last night. I know it

hair and he pulls my head backwards, my

with him. My screams of agony fall upon deaf ears so I give up and lie there emotionlessly,

cry. . . That's exactly what he wants. He wants

out. My finger trail down my cheek under my eye where the stinging is now turning into a tender blue bruise.

complexion because the

a small whimper as I attempt to lift my top to see the damage he inflicted. As expected the bruises run up my

sad is it that I can tell the difference between a bruised and broken bone?

glancing at the frame on my bedside table. A photograph taken of me as a little girl. . . large brown eyes shining happily as I

and I were inseparable.

had taken the picture on my sixth birthday party. I remember that day so well, the way my father smiled at me as he sang 'Happy Birthday'. I remember him clutching