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

hair and he pulls my head backwards,

do this!" I yell, pleading with him. My screams of agony fall upon deaf

and sigh, hastily wiping the tears away from my eyes. I refuse to cry. . . That's exactly what he wants.

out. My finger trail down my cheek under my eye where the stinging is now turning

for my tanned complexion because the

bottom lip and let out a small whimper as I attempt to lift my top to see the damage he inflicted. As expected the bruises run up my side but thankfully nothing feels broken.

I can tell the difference between a bruised and broken bone?

. large brown eyes shining happily as I sat on my fathers shoulders, holding onto his hair. His own eyes mirror mine, a

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