position I had left her in. I am not sure how she was not woken up by what had just occurred, but it was only a matter of time before he perhaps laid his hands on her. I must admit this was a fear I had clung onto subconsciously the moment I had found out I was pregnant.

I managed to pull myself upwards and let out a small yelp of pain as I tried to sit upright and looked down at her peaceful face. She was the reason I was now staying in this existence. I wanted to leave now more than ever. But I was trapped…he made sure I was trapped.

I was deflated and exhausted of being used like a wrestling bag and punch bag to his violent episodes.

But where would I go?

How would I look after the both of us?