“Get up, you lazy cow! Do you think being pregnant makes you a queen? Get downstairs and cook for my parents NOW!” My husband screamed at 5 AM, dragging me out of bed. His parents sat there laughing as I collapsed on the floor in pain. They didn’t know that before I blacked out from his beating, I managed to send one life-saving text.
CHAPTER 1: THE GOLDEN CAGE The house on Elm Street was painted a cheerful shade of yellow, the kind of color that suggested warmth, Sunday roasts, and happy children playing …
“Get up, you lazy cow! Do you think being pregnant makes you a queen? Get downstairs and cook for my parents NOW!” My husband screamed at 5 AM, dragging me out of bed. His parents sat there laughing as I collapsed on the floor in pain. They didn’t know that before I blacked out from his beating, I managed to send one life-saving text. Read More
