Prologue:

Two Beds and a Coffee Machine: Savage Garden

And she takes another step
Slowly she opens the door
Check that he is sleeping
Pick up all the broken glass
And furniture on the floor
Been up half the night screaming
Now it's time to get away
Pack up the kids in the car
Another bruise to try and hide
Another alibi to write

Another ditch in the road
You keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Wonder how I ever made it through

And there are children to think of
Babies asleep in the back seat
Wonder how they'll ever make it
Through this living nightmare
But the mind is an amazing thing
Full of candy dreams and new toys
And another cheap hotel
Two beds and a coffee machine
But there are groceries to buy
And she knows she'll have to go home

Another ditch in the road
You keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Wonder how I ever made it through

Another bruise to try and hide
Another alibi to write
Another lonely highway in the black of night
There's hope in the darkness
I know you're gonna make it

Another ditch in the road
Keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Silent fortress built to last
Wonder how I ever made it

I was standing at the graveside surrounded by people I didn't know. Seth and Leah stood next to me clinging to my sides crying their eyes out. I didn't cry I had to be strong for Seth and Leah. I was all they had left. James sat in the chair facing the casket hunched over shaking from his emotional breakdown while people came to his sides to comfort him and wish him well. He was a great actor.

My mother's casket was lowered into the ground as we all watched. She left me, Leah, and Seth with this man that had killed her. Why did she make the choice to run? Why couldn't we have stayed put and accepted our fate? At least then she would still be alive and we wouldn't have to be standing here saying goodbye forever.

After the funeral we drove home with James in complete silence and once we were in the house it began. He slapped me and shoved me into the wall because I didn't cry at my mother's funeral. He told me that I was selfish and that I never loved her since I didn't cry. He continued to shove me and push me and tell me how worthless I was and that I better do as he says and never try to do anything like what my mother did.

That was the end of my existence as a normal teenager.