have touched you, you dumb fucking whore. You tricked me into getting you pregÂnant.â He spat the words in my face. âSomeoneâs got to bring that kid up right. Someoneâs got to bring her into line so she doesnât grow up into a useless bitch like you.â He stood up and looked down the hallway.
âIâll show her,â he said, and he walked out of the kitchen.
I donât know how but I was on my feet. Every breath I took felt like fire was spreading over my chest and I could taste my blood in my mouth. I knew whatever happened, whatÂever he did to me, he wasnât going to lay a finger on Beth.
That was the moment when I stopped loving him.
âNo!â I managed to scream. He had opened her door and she was sitting up in bed, holding her teddy to her chest. She had stopped crying. The tears stood in her bright eyes. I could feel her fear.
I lunged at him. I jumped on his back and pulled him off balance. He slammed me into the hall wall. I felt something crack.
He turned around and looked at me. There was nothing left in his eyes of the Adam I had still loved right up until the moment he threatened my daughter. There was nothing left in his face at all except hate.
A loud knock rattled the glass in the front door.
âWhatâs going on in there?â It was Mr. Radcliff, the old man from next door. âIâm warning you, Iâm calling the police!â His voice was shaking. He was afraid but he kept knocking on the front door.
I looked at Adam and waited as he drew back his fist.
The next punch broke my nose.
I expected him to go for me again. But instead he headed for the front door and flung it open. Mr. Radcliff wasnât there, but I could hear sirens growing louder. Adam looked at me one last time and walked out.
I never saw him again. I didnât even press charges, although the police really wanted me to. I couldnât face it. I moved back home with Mum and Dad, and he hung around for a while trying to get back into my life but I didnât see him. I didnât go out at all, and there was always someone at home with me. After a couple of months, my brother and three of his mates met him one night as he was leaving the pub. They persuaded him he should move on. I heard he went to London.
Sometimes I try to think about the first few years that Adam and I were together. I try to think about the good times, like when heâd made me and Beth a surprise picnic for Bethâs first birthday. But I canât. All I can think about is that the last man I loved broke my nose and three ribs.
And I think there must be something really wrong with me.
Twelve
âGet out of my way,â I said and pushed Joy to one side as I headed toward the pub doors.
âWhat?â Joy stepped in front of me again. âWhy? Where are you going?â she asked me, looking surprised. I shook my head as I looked at her. I couldnât believe that she didnât know why I was so angry.
âI thought I was going on a date with . . .â I stopped myself saying Brendanâs name. âLuke Goddard!â I shook my head in disbelief. âJoy, you of all people should know what he did to me! He made my life hell. He made me think that someone like Adam was my knight in shining armor!â I pushed past Joy again and got two steps farther before she stopped me.
âSam, wait!â She held the top of my arm. âPlease. Just listen to me for a second.â
I pulled her fingers loose and waited.
âOK,â she said. âWe were stupid. We should have told you from the start who you were meeting. But we didnât think youâd come if you knew!â
âActually, that part was Joyâs idea,â Marie said.
âMarie!â Joy exclaimed. âYouâre not helping.â
Marie shrugged.
âToo bloody right I wouldnât have come,â I hissed at them both, trying hard not to attract
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