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.

squeeze my eyes shut, wishing I'd remembered to wash the dishes left over from last night. I know it isn't a reason for him to hurt me but in Trevors eyes,

in the strands of my hair

upon deaf ears

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

out. My finger trail

complexion because the bruises don't

and let out a small whimper as I attempt to lift my top to see the damage he inflicted. As expected the bruises

tell the difference between

photograph taken of me as a little girl. . . large brown eyes shining happily as I sat on my

I

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