ia's
bs and made even the smallest tasks feel insurmountable. Stomach pain followed, dull and constant, a nagging reminder of the life growing
roared through the living room as I s
y apron and straightening myself. The ache in my
his face twisted in irritation. "Do I ne
knew what that meant. His temper wasn't just a storm-it
grabbed his keys. Moments later, the door slammed behind him. I sagged
was always fleeting because he would come back-sometimes sober, so
was guarding with my life. Every day, I debated whether to tell Richard or continue pretending nothing had chan
on the edge of my bed, staring at the faded wallpap
ht, I might find someone willing to help m
etter than waiting for Richard's rage
by the window, looking out at the quiet street, and let myself dream of a diff
nights w
nd his fists ready to lash out at anything-or anyone. On those nights, I would hide in the b
tuary, the one place where
open jolted me awake. My heart leapt into my throat as I scrambl
ld take a step,
h alcohol. His hand shot out, gripping my wri
e going?" he growled, his
," I begged, try
the bed, his weigh
narled. "And tonight, we're do
gainst him. But his grip was iron,
nd unrelenting. I begged him to stop, tears
ed me off the bed, and I
winging out and connecting with my cheek. The force of th
ide me snapped. I couldn't let him hurt me
gers closing around the neck
he sound of glass shattering filled the room, and Richard stumbled
tunned. Then his knees buckled,
and my bag, stuffing a few essentials inside. My mind screamed at me to move faster, but my
time. He was unconscious, hi
there was n
the cold night, my heart pounding as
wake in. My breath came in ragged gasps as I hurried toward t
ghts flooded the street, and a car
e door opened, and a
n't Ri
their eyes was n
omewhere
amiliar, but filled wit
racing. Who were they? And
took a step closer, their h
the streetlight sent asaid, their tone leavin
could make a decision, the distant sound of sirens fi
muttered a curse under their breath
frozen in place, my mind strugglin
lized they weren't coming for me-
why, but one thing was clear: my es
street, my breath visible in the cold nigh
was long. And now, there were others watchin
legs to move, each step a battle again
elt alive, each one hiding
caped th
truly esca