After a few hours I heard the sound of the front door closing. As I expected Peter stormed up the stairs, flung open the bedroom door, despite pretending I was asleep he yanked me up by my arm, his face inches from mine, I could almost taste the stale smell of beer on his breath.
“I own you and I will always own you Jodie.” He spat before throwing me hard against the bed. That night he raped me in my own bed for the 32nd time. I laid there until the sun came up, not daring to move not to wake the monster. When he woke up he demanded I make him his usual breakfast of egg on toast. I did what he asked and rushed for the kitchen. I opened the cupboard and grabbed 3 boxes of pain killers, this was it, I would end it all when he left for his morning walk. I hid them in my dressing gown and carried on making breakfast.
When he left the house for his walk. I raced up the stairs with a large glass of water and the tablets. I emptied them all into my hand, and preyed that it would work. I swallowed all the tablets, after a while I began to feel tired and sick. I laid back on the bed and waited.
To be continued