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.

shut, wishing I'd remembered to wash the dishes left over from last night. I know it isn't a

hair and he pulls my

My screams of agony fall upon deaf ears so

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

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

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

to see the damage he inflicted. As expected

the difference between a bruised and broken

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 own eyes mirror mine, a pearly smile so white and

Dad and I were inseparable.

birthday party. I remember that day so well, the way my father smiled at me as he