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 know it isn't a reason for

in the strands of my hair

stop! You don't have to do this!" I yell, pleading with him. My screams of agony fall upon deaf ears

eyes. I refuse to cry. . . That's exactly what he wants. He wants me to suffer and

hair is missing, the scalp throbbing painfully where he'd ripped it out. My finger trail down my cheek under my eye where

complexion because the bruises don't show

attempt to lift my top to see the damage he inflicted. As expected the bruises run up my side but thankfully nothing

tell the difference between a bruised and broken

"Why did you leave me like this Dad?" I whisper, glancing at the frame on my bedside table. A photograph taken of me as a little girl. . . large brown eyes shining happily as I sat on my fathers shoulders, holding onto his hair. His

and I were inseparable.

father walked on. Every time he entered the room, I craved 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 candles. He cheered and clapped so loud, it felt like I had my own personal cheerleading squad.