Daisy is the soft-hearted mother of one with a dark past and an ex husband she's running from. She's spent the past six months building a new life for her and her daughter, Hope, trying to blend into the world around them. Her memories are tainted...
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This time when I woke up, the left side of my head and body felt like I'd been caught in the middle of a tsunami, being thrown around. I ached absolutely everywhere, and I couldn't walk.
"Where is she?" I gulped down a dry lump in my throat as I stared at him from the floor.
I probably looked like a weak little peasant who couldn't defend themselves. I had my hand against the wall, while the other reached up to the cut on my head. His aggressive outburst had caused my head to smack against the wall, and I could feel the warm wetness dripping down my head. It suddenly dropped onto the hardwood floor, making spots of blood like drops of paint.
"Safe" he said, turning his back and leaving me to suffer on the floor.
"Is she here?" I shouted, attempting to ignore the sharp ache that occurred in my head as I did.
He froze, hands in his pockets. "Yes" then carried on his slow, but torturous, walk down the narrow hallway.
I took some deep breaths as I prepared to stand up. I'd had head injuries before, so I knew what to expect. Surely, as soon as I stood up, my head would spin, hurt, and my feet would most likely struggle to keep on the floor. Knowing what to expect was the benefit though. I had learned a technique on how to deal with it. I'd slowly emerge from the floor, my head bowed, taking deep breaths. It would still be spinning, but it was no where near as bad as when I got up without taking my time or caution.
As soon as I was on my feet, I became lightheaded and the pressure was sickening. Luckily it dissipated after a few minutes, allowing me to walk through the rest of the house. I desperately needed a bathroom still, especially now I was sporting a huge cut, but I needed to find Hope.
There was one room left at the end of the hall. I presumed it was his office.
I edged towards it with my hand against the wall for grip. If she wasn't in here then he must of been lying. There was nowhere else she could be.
I pulled the handle downwards, and clicked the door open.
It was empty.
My heart sunk, and I dropped to the floor in agony. Where could she be? What has he done? Then my thoughts travelled to the news report earlier, and I raced towards the bin beside his desk. A wave of sickness had hit me, and this time I couldn't keep it in. My baby was potentially -
No!
I wasn't thinking that. I couldn't think that.
I pushed myself up off the floor, this time determined to have it out with him. He wasn't doing this anymore. He ruined my life once upon a time, he wasn't doing it now.
I stormed out the room, my head still slightly dizzy, and rounded the corner to the lounge. The sound of my feet pattering against the floor was the only sound. I saw him stood at the floor to ceiling windows with his back to me, and as I opened my mouth he turned.
