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.

dishes left over from last night. I know it isn't a reason for him to hurt me but in Trevors eyes, it's

the strands of my hair and he pulls

don't have to do this!" I yell, pleading with him. My screams of agony fall upon deaf ears so I give up and lie there emotionlessly,

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

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

my tanned complexion because the bruises don't

I attempt to lift my top to see the damage he inflicted. As

sad is it that I can tell the difference

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

I were inseparable.

I adored the ground my 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