CHAPTER FIFTY THREE
HELP, SOMEONE HELP.
I kick out and struggle and scratch, doing everything possible to get out of his clutches. His hands are unyielding and locked around my throat, the sheer strength of the action is completely cutting off my airways and I’m about to pass out. My lips turn blue and my vision distorts. I was on the verge of death but then his hands released me and I fell onto the cold floor, coughing something wet. I raise my fingers and touch my lip. When i look back at my finger, it's blood that i see. The tears sting my eyes and cloud my vision more.
No, I would not cry anymore. I was a strong girl. Not some helpless cry baby.
“You should have just killed me you…” I began, screaming hysterically.
A slap hits me across my face and my hand quickly rises up to to
