Despite me possibly going to jail for life, I was happy about what I had done. I was tired of living in fear every single day of my life. I was tired of hiding broken ribs and large bruises. I was tired of being drugged and raped in my sleep. I was tired of pretending Cedric was a good man and everyone needed to give him a break. I was tired of being afraid to go home and, on the nights I wasn’t drugged, worrying about Sophie in the next room.
