KillerReads
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First published in Great Britain in ebook format by HarperCollinsPublishers 2019
Copyright © Noelle Holten 2019
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Ebook Edition © May 2019 ISBN: 9780008332235
Version: 2019-04-08
The crash at the bottom of the stairs woke me instantly.
I could see the smallest sliver of light peering underneath the door. The rest of the bedroom was in complete darkness.
I froze.
Should I get up and check on Siobhan? But, I knew if she had woken up, she would tap her fingers on her headboard like she always did, to let us know she was awake.
No tapping.
I didn’t want to move. I couldn’t, I was paralyzed with fear. I had always accepted the verbal abuse that was thrown at me. I could take that. It was the physical abuse that filled me with shame. I couldn’t help but shudder in dread as he stumbled his way up the stairs. I pretended to be asleep, but my heart raced faster with the sound of every footstep. My fear of him weighed me down, suffocated me, and pinned me to the bed.
We had two years of bliss before he proposed to me.
Two years of living normal, happy lives.
What happened?
Six months into the marriage, I realized I’d sealed my fate when I’d said, ‘I do’.
Ten years later, and the regrets were mounting.
Who would have thought that two little words would have given me such a long sentence?
Why me? What did I do to deserve this?
The bedroom door creaked open slowly. That’s what he did. Let me know he was coming, then built on my terror by taking his time to enter the bedroom.
I could hear his breathing as he stood there, his eyes bearing down on me. I tried to keep as still as possible. I wanted to disappear, sink deep down into the depths of the mattress where it was safe.
The foul stench of alcohol filled the room, stinging my eyes, and threatening to choke me.
Oh God! Please let him just ignore me tonight.
The dull thud from the change in his pocket startled me, as his clothing fell piece by piece to the floor.