Amelia Forbes

I tried to stay quiet as Jason dragged me up the stairs.

I had to jump, sometimes two steps at a time, to avoid getting injured. He obviously wouldn't slow down to let me adjust.

I hadn't been here for over ten minutes and he'd already tried to choke me to death.

A tear escaped my eyes and I quickly wiped it off with my free hand. He'd ordered me to stop crying, and disobeying him would just attract more punishment.

Just 178 days left.

You're doing great, Mel. I reminded myself, repeating my mantra in my head.

Just don't try to be brave. Focus on the project...