**Back in England**

Walking into the house, all the lights were off. Ryan was clearly at work. Good. I didn’t want to see him. Not right now. I closed the front door behind myself and flipped on the light in the hallway, instantly lighting up the room.

I could see already that he hadn’t done much housework while I had been away. Of course not, Ryan very much believed that it was a woman’s place to clean, cook and please the man of the house…

...Which is why when my mum could no longer do any of them, he turned to me, but, let’s be honest… he turned to me to ‘’please’’ him years before I was old enough to know what that truly meant.

After mum died, Ryan refused to move out, forcing me to continue living with my abuser… forcing me to continue to be abused. That’s one secret I never told anyone… never told the guys. The abuse wasn’t in the past… It was still very much in the present.

Now, mum wasn’t around, it had gotten worse. It was like now there was no one around to catch him, no one around to stop him. He was free to do anything, and there was nothing I could do about it.

This was my life, and I fucked hated it….

The End.... for now...