Farrel Drake wants a normal family life for herself and her
two daughters from her first marriage. She meets and marries Robert, and their
two families combine. Shortly after their marriage, verbal abuse, beatings, and
broken promises become an almost everyday occurrence.
Farrel locked the bathroom door, quickly turned on the fan
and the cold water tap and filled the basin. She dipped a face cloth into the
cold water, then pressed the cloth against her right eye, wincing with pain as
she held it there for a few minutes. She willed her mind to go blank, anything
to erase the scene which had transpired less than five minutes ago. She didn't dare
raise her eyes to the mirror above the sink--not yet. She needed time to think
up an excuse for her latest 'accident'.
She had no idea what had prompted his outburst this time.
When he returned from work, she'd had his favorite meal on the table, the
apartment was spotless, and their three teenagers were on their best behavior.
She felt like a failure in everything she did. No wonder her friends had deserted her. Robert was her only friend. She had Robert and the kids. That was all. Her life was a mess. She had nothing to show for thirty-five years of life except a long list of failures.
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