The door shakes with the force of his fist. I crawl into the corner of the bed, curling up into a protective ball. The door breaks with his applied force, he storms into the room with the alcohol bottle in his hand.

“Come here sweetheart.” He taunts, his words slurred and his movements unbalanced. I remain in the corner of my bed, cringing away from his alcohol-scented breath.

“Come here sweetie.” He calls to me like a dog. When I do not move, anger begins to intoxicate his body. He throws the bottle at my curled figure, the glass shatters against my skin and I feel a shooting pain travel up my arm. I look down at my skin and find pieces of glass wedged deed within my flesh. I wince at the gory sight. He grabs my cut arm, pushing the glass pieces deeper into my skin. He pulls me towards him and rips the clothes from my body, like petals from a rose. He thrust my legs apart and grunts as he pushes against me. Tears stream from my eyes as he uses my body as his toy. When he finishes, he leaves me naked and covered in his sweat. I crawl into my blankets and cry into the pillows. Every part of my body throbs, I begin to pull the shards of glass from their bed in my arm. I throw away the blood-covered debris, and wrap up my bleeding skin. Then I climb into the shower, trying to rid myself of his dirty touch, the feeling of his disgusting body, his repulsive hands on me. But no matter how hard I scrub my skin, I cannot get rid of the vile feeling. My skin turns bright red and small dots of blood speckle my skin. The brush falls from my violently shaking hands and I drop to the floor of the shower, tears falling from my eyes. I rest my head against the glass shower door, closing my eyes and wishing the world to fade away. Will this ever end? This tortures life? This living hell? When will I be released? I stare at the distorted world outside the shower, the fog turning everything to ghosts. I stare at the steamed up glass, I bring my fingers up to the surface and write two simple words.