"Behind the door was where bad things happen. No matter how many blankets I used or extra pairs of panties I wore. None of it mattered. The monster always came. His face obscured in the shadows, partially hidden behind the cloak rack. Hot breath breathing over my face as soon as I closed my eyes."
By the time Sarah Jane was seven she’d started to fear coming home. Her Mother’s stern words and threats were countered by her Dad’s kindness. But then things take a turn and the monster isn’t staying away. This is her story of escaping from a life of neglect and sexual abuse.
By the time Sarah Jane was seven she’d started to fear coming home. Her Mother’s stern words and threats were countered by her Dad’s kindness. But then things take a turn and the monster isn’t staying away. This is her story of escaping from a life of neglect and sexual abuse.
