Please remember that this is only a small portion of the book.
“THE DAY MY LIGHTS NEARLY WENT OUT”
I have a king-sized mahogany sleigh bed with a memory foam mattress, 1000 thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets, and an engulfing down comforter. It’s the type of bed that beckons. Even the sight of it implores you to climb in and stay a week, or two. It’s a masterpiece of slumber. It’s my bed. Yet here I am, lying on my loveseat. Delicately placed here like a bloody rag doll by my attacker, my lover, my addiction: Billy McKnight.
I know he’s gone now, left me for dead. Not because I could see him leave since both of my eyes are swollen shut. But because the house is silent beyond the occasional whimper that escapes through my blood-chapped lips, a drastic change from moments ago when the desperate screams and murderous threats were only punctuated by the sounds of my body being thrown against the walls, the washer, the bed, the floor.
This isn’t me. This can’t be happening. Not to me. I’ve come so far, battled so hard to get away from abuse. I’m strong, determined, and smart.
Yet here I am, lying on my loveseat. How did I get here?
The truth is that I’ve always been here. The problem is that I never left. The characters and details may have changed but the story is the same. Love coupled with physical abuse. When it hasn’t been there I’ve left and unknowingly looked for the unnatural comfort that unfortunately comes with a push, a grab, a slap.