Free Myself

p! H

ring at the familiar surroundings and the

are where my husband, Kristopher Meyer,

Meyer, and my son, Jeffr

death if you dare. I will

ngth between us was too great. All I cou

topher slapped me wit

experienced tinnitus several times before I r

ckground. We met in college and

in everything. Everyone praised me for be

sity, Kristopher finally got

pick up Kristopher to take him home. Kristo

, and Kristopher earned a rep

lso adored his wife, too

l period. He was unwilling to break up with me, but he was als

me viciously. "Don't try any of your schemes, Marissa Ward. You're nothing, so behave yourself. W

ssed me onto the floor w

nd a wave of dizzin

hands with a tissue and tossed it onto my f

e pain, I stubborn

ight-year-old son, eating ice cream, watched indifferently as I lay o

s he my

in my eyes, an

erished since birt

might be frightened by th

'm your mother. What nonsense are yo

ront of Jeffrey, hurling insults at me without a shred of compassion, quickly covering

rabbed by Kristopher and dragged to

Think about it carefully and come ou

ed me up! You will be punished! The law wi

perate, yet no on

tic. It was an enclosed space,

family was

erly hear

or a day, my weak body

n the air, filled w

world spun, and I found

my best friend

tress Kristophe

t, held Yvette's hand as

together resembled