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.

my eyes shut, wishing I'd remembered to wash the dishes left over from last night. I know it

the strands of my hair and he pulls my head backwards,

I yell, pleading with him. My screams of agony fall upon deaf

from my eyes. I refuse to cry. . . That's exactly what he wants. He wants me to suffer and I'll never

painfully where he'd ripped it out. My finger trail down my cheek under my eye where the stinging is now turning into a tender blue bruise.

complexion because the bruises don't

lip and let out a small whimper as I attempt to lift my top to

I can tell the difference between a bruised and broken

. . large brown eyes shining happily as I sat on my fathers shoulders, holding onto his hair. His own eyes mirror mine, a pearly smile

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