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.

to wash the dishes left over from last night. I

His hand wraps itself in the strands of my hair and he pulls

to do this!" I yell, pleading with him. My screams of agony fall upon deaf ears so I give up and

my eyes. I refuse to cry. . .

my dark brown hair is missing, the scalp throbbing painfully where he'd ripped it out. My

my tanned complexion because the bruises don't show up as easily.

I bite my bottom lip and let out a small whimper as I attempt to lift my top to see the

that I can tell the difference between

as a little girl. . . large brown eyes shining happily

I

his attention. Mum 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 the cake in front of him, telling me to make a wish and blow out the