Chapter 1

When I was little, I assumed the life that I had was normal. I didn't know any different. I didn't know that the stuff that happened to me didn't happen to everyone else. My parents were very good at hiding our family secret. When my mother would take me to school and most of the time I would be covered in bruises. I remember once I had this one on the side of my face, just below my eye, and my mother made another excuse "Sara fell over and hit her head on the side of the kitchen", no one ever knew.

My father wasn't the nicest the man in the world, nice men don't beat their wives and children. I never did understand why my father would do that to us, we did nothing wrong. If he had a bad day at work, we would all know about it. The amount of times I went to bed listening to my parents arguing, I could hear them through the walls. I wouldn't wish any that on anyone. I don't blame my mother for what she did, we had all had enough, I would have done the same if I were old enough, she just got there before I could.