I Will Escape

The car stops. He opens the door and gets out then reaches for my hand. I don't want to touch him, but I also don't want his consequences, so I reach for his hand, and we walk into what seems to be maybe another house. He owns it either way. I don't care I feel defeated and shut down. I am officially alone with nothing to live for anymore. He opens up the door to my new prison. I can't believe I'm back to this hell.

“Oh my sweet Sabrina, let me show you to our bedroom.” I follow him not wanting to just wanting to run away from him. I don't want to walk into this hell. “No my sweet Sabrina, this will be your new home. How do you like it,” he asks. 

“This will never be my home,” I respond. 

“Don't push it. I don't want to fight, and I'm tired. Let's get some sleep, and I'll be more than

all, and it's nothing but silence through my mind. Jazz

it,” he asks. I stay silent. I don't answer him, and I can tell he is getting furious. I stared thinking maybe I can make him so mad he just kills me. I laugh to myself. The truth is I wouldn't be that lucky. He tells me to go shower and get ready for bed. That's something I really

the shower the hot water running down my body feels so good. It's stinging all my open cuts, but the good kind of stinging that makes me feel like I exist. My mind is