at me. i was suffocating. pinned into my own bed by the man who i thought was supposed to love me, protect me, provide for me, hold me when i was afraid. i was ready to go, ready to die, i could not struggle out of the terrible position he had pinned me in.
i don’t know how or why but at last he released me. i ran straight out of our bedroom. still fully dressed luckily, completely unable to reason, to think, unaware any longer…. “get away, get away!”…. my only thought. i saw my address book on the small table in the hallway and a $20 bill, i grabbed 