A Place to Breathe

Running away was the only choice.
Bleeding, terrified, you knocked on a stranger's door.

He shouldn't have been the one to open it. His presence was sharp, dangerous-the kind of man people feared. But in his house, for the first time, you felt safe.

You didn't know his secrets. You didn't know the power he held.
All you knew was that, in a world that hurt you, he was the only place you could breathe.