My family bought me a house early on because they hoped that no matter what happened in my marriage, I would have a way out and not be coerced.
Never had I expected that I would end up living like a rat in my own house.
Now, I had to wear underwear at home, close the door when going to the toilet, and wash my underwear by hand. I was always on my toes, afraid that if I relaxed for a second, Margaret would curse me for not being a good girl.
It was really hard for them as they had to face a "bad girl" like me all the time.
Now that my tears had dried, I would let them taste the feeling of living in fear at home!
Jack: [Ms. Nelson, Margaret has come into the neighborhood with some friends.]
The guard, Jack Moore, sent me a message. Here came my chance!
