Married to a Monster: My Silent Scream

me. He just stood there, hi

and apologize to

blow. I stared at him, my mind re

ras in the hallway. They'll show what real

. "She's the abuser.

ed, his voice cra

d never raised his voice to me

voice dropping to a low, dangerous

leaming with triumph. She grabbed my

hant hiss. "He chose me. You're nothing. You were al

blood filling my mouth. I tried to

t time, my voice cracking.

ssion unreadable. "I want

of his bodyguards. "

nt. The words didn'

My life. My c

cing it onto the cold tile floor.

ng against their iron grip

ot cam

sickening crunch. My own scream sounded distant, fo

f from his pocket and gently wiped the blood from

f explaining a simple business decision. "She'

the guard. "The

e of nausea and hatred washin

calm finally cracked. He stood u

again as he spoke to her. He kissed her, a

mb. Was this the man who s

wn again. My lef

o drown me. But it was nothing compared to the agony in

ams we

lay on the floor, cradling

r film Kelley, sneered down at me. "Looks l

, leaving me in a pool of

earby, lit up with a new notif

movement, I managed to ta

nightgowns. She picked up the small, worn teddy bear I'd had since I was a child, the last

of sickness ri

e armchair by the window. Kirsten climbed onto

phant smirk on her face. "James, darling," s