Book 2: Chapter 9

I had successfully been hiding from him for the last week. Like most nights I was sleeping in Trev’s bed because, despite my anger, I missed him terribly. Also, because my stupid father never thought to look for me in there. But it was not my father that found me; it was one of his buddies that was just as drunk as he was. I remember waking up as soon as the door opened and hid under the covers as his voice came to me from the dark.

“Hey, purdy lady. How’s about you come out from under that cover, and we’ll talk. Yer daddy’s downstairs passed out drunk and I’m getting bored,” he said as he sat on the edge of the bed.

He smelled of urine, vomit, and whiskey and I had to try hard not to throw up as his stench seemed to surround me. I gripped the blanket tighter and tried to sink into the bed hoping that if I did not make any noise, he might leave me alone and I would be safe. Instead, he ripped the blanket off me with a triumphant laugh.

“Oh, you are purdy. Why don’t