Prologue

"I could kill you right now you know?" my boyfriend whispered in my ear. The tears welled up in my eyes as I thought of my two year old son. "Please," I begged, "Think of Brody. He's so little." I could hear his cries from the other side of the door. I hoped, prayed that one of our neighbours had heard the commotion and called the police. A tear escaped my eye and mixed in with the blood flowing from my forehead. The more blood I lost the sicker I felt. Still hoping, still praying. I was beginning to lose all hope of escaping this alive when I heard one phrase from the front door that gave me all the hope I needed. "Police! Open the door!" *Disclaimer* Violence, language and mild sexuality, if you don't like this kind of stuff don't read it.