Prologue1
Willow peered out the window at the illuminated city below her. The speed of the never resting metropolis mirrored the beat of her racing heart. Turning and walking from the window, Willow sighed and collapsed on the tattered sofa.2
(You’ll never escape me Willow….)
The deep dark voice rang in her head, which only increased her almost crippling heart rate further.3
“Calm down Willow” she told herself aloud “you’re safe here”
Only, she wasn’t safe, not really. If anyone could find her, he could… and he would if she wasn’t careful.4
Willow closed her eyes and fought back the memories that had plagued her for years, as sleep slowly engulfed her she found herself back there, with him... in her own private hell.5
(“Willow, get me a beer” her father demanded, his voice booming.
Willow did as she was told, and as she handed the cool glass bottle to her father he grabbed her roughly by the wrist, pulling her in close until her face was only millimeters from his, as he spoke his spit angrily landed upon her soft pale skin.
“Don’t ever turn into a slut like her… or you’ll pay like she did, and you’ll never escape me Willow” his Hazel eyes stared into her like hot red stakes etching an imprint into her mind. ) 6
Willows eyes shot open and she gasped for air, the dreams were becoming increasing vivid. It was beginning to make it almost impossible to sleep. A lonely tear slowly fell down Willows cheeks, realizing it was there she angrily wiped it away. She didn’t cry, she wouldn’t cry… he couldn’t have this hold on her anymore. 7
Something was going to have to change and fast. 8
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