house. Knowing that I had no choice and would have to go back was a special form of hell. For once in my life, I wanted a safe place to run to instead of from. I felt like I was slowly dying in that house. In my home. Where I was supposed to lay my head. Where I was supposed to feel safe. The door opened behind me and every muscle in my body coiled tight with dreaded anticipation. He was up and I was done for.
