Chapter Three

Eight years later...

There was a long period of time where I had lost the strong girl that would do everything in her power to make a point. To prove that I was better than anyone. If I didn't have a son to protect in all this, I would spend each and every day trying to escape. Yet if I made the wrong move like I did the first time, there's a chance my son would lose his mom, or worse he would get hurt. But there comes a time when enough is enough, and it starts today. I was folding clothes in my room, like the good little wife I am, trying to fight back the vomit forming in my throat.

"Nadia, where are you?"

that annoying voice that made my ears want to bleed rang out through the hallway.

"In the bedroom," I respond back while contin