Azalea
“Now get lost!” he roared.
I grabbed my dress from the floor with shaking hands and ran upstairs as fast as I could. My feet barely touched the cold floor, and I couldn’t stop running until I reached my room.
I slammed the door and pressed my back against it. My whole body was shaking. I slid down to the floor, trying to catch my breath.
“He is worse than I thought,” I whispered to myself.
I barely slept that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his cold, mean eyes looking at me like I wasn’t a person—just something he owned.
When morning came, I felt heavy and tired. I dragged myself out of bed. Another day in this nightmare. I looked in the mirror and didn’t recognize myself anymore. My eyes looked empty. When did I stop looking like me?
I went to the bathroom and brus
