*Katrina POV*
Once again, I woke up on the bathroom floor. It was the same situation as the last time, and this time, I think it might be worse. I don't know if I should lie here, or try and get up and leave. What if he is still angry and waiting for me on the other side of the door?
I lay quietly, and tried to listen for any movement in the house. It was eerily silent, and after a while, I determined he wasn't there. I was alone, and I needed to move from where I was.
I tried to remember where I had put my phone, and the last place I remembered having it was in the living room. He had smacked it from my hands during his rage.
It felt as if I was walking on new legs, and with each step they wobbled as if they would give way out from under me. My body hurt more than it did last time, a
