This time when I woke up, the left side of my head and body felt like I'd been caught in the middle of a tsunami, being thrown around. I ached absolutely everywhere, and I couldn't walk.

"Where is she?" I gulped down a dry lump in my throat as I stared at him from the floor.

I probably looked like a weak little peasant who couldn't defend themselves. I had my hand against the wall, while the other reached up to the cut on my head. His aggressive outburst had caused my head to smack against the wall, and I could feel the warm wetness dripping down my head. It suddenly dropped onto the hardwood floor, making spots of blood like drops of paint.

"Safe" he said, turning his back and leaving me to suffer on the floor.

"Is she here?" I shouted, attempting to ignore the sharp ache that occurred in my head as I did.

He froze, hands in his pockets. "Yes" then carried on his slow, but torturous, walk down the narrow hallway.

I took some deep breaths as I prepared to stand up. I'd had head injuries before, so I knew what to expect. Surely, as soon as I stood up, my head would spin, hurt, and my feet would most likely struggle to keep on the floor. Knowing what to expect was the benefit though. I had learned a technique on how to deal with it. I'd slowly emerge from the floor, my head bowed, taking deep breaths. It would still be spinning, but it was no where near as bad as when I got up without taking my time or caution.

As soon as I was on my feet, I became lightheaded and the pressure was sickening. Luckily it dissipated after a few minutes, allowing me to walk through the rest of the house. I desperately needed a bathroom still, especially now I was sporting a huge cut, but I needed to find Hope.

There was one room left at the end of the hall. I presumed it was his office.

I edged towards it with my hand against the wall for grip. If she wasn't in here then he must of been lying. There was nowhere else she could be.

I pulled the handle downwards, and clicked the door open.

It was empty.

My heart sunk, and I dropped to the floor in agony. Where could she be? What has he done? Then my thoughts travelled to the news report earlier, and I raced towards the bin beside his desk. A wave of sickness had hit me, and this time I couldn't keep it in. My baby was potentially -

No!

I wasn't thinking that. I couldn't think that.

I pushed myself up off the floor, this time determined to have it out with him. He wasn't doing this anymore. He ruined my life once upon a time, he wasn't doing it now.

I stormed out the room, my head still slightly dizzy, and rounded the corner to the lounge. The sound of my feet pattering against the floor was the only sound. I saw him stood at the floor to ceiling windows with his back to me, and as I opened my mouth he turned.

She was there.

He was holding her in his arms, wearing a massive smirk. He thought this was funny, and he knew exactly what I was about to do as I walked in here.

It wasn't long before I was running towards him and grasping for her.

"Oh my, Hope!" I screamed. I took her out of his arms - which I was surprised he'd allowed so easily - and kept her as close as possible.

I couldn't pretend to be okay anymore and I broke down as I held her. I cried so hard into her little body that I felt her wiggle, most likely to ask what was wrong. It was something she would do if I got upset.

"Mommy? What's wrong?" Her sweet, angelic voice was music to my ears. The remedy to my broken, scarred heart.

"Did you really think I'd hurt my own child?"

I turned to face him, narrowed eyes and a scowl. I couldn't careless anymore. He wasn't hurting me, and he was definitely not hurting Hope.

"Yes. Yes I did." And on that I walked towards the open plan kitchen and sat Hope on the counter top.

"Are you okay baby?" I gripped her cheeks, and started inspecting all over her. She may look fine right now, but I still wasn't one hundred percent convinced he hadn't hurt her in some form.

"I'm hungry mommy." She frowned, and my heart became as broken as it was five minutes ago. Just seeing her sad was heartbreaking.

"Okay, lets make you some food shall we?"

She nodded frantically and her beautiful smile appeared.

"Now let's see" I whispered to myself as I carried her round to each cupboard. I wasn't letting her out my sight. I was determined to get out of here, but right now she needed feeding and I couldn't have him knowing my plan.

I heard his smart shoes click across the marble as he entered the kitchen, but I ignored his presence.

"We need to talk" he growled. He looked fuming but I wasn't letting him get to me.

"Later"

Giving him one worded answers probably wasn't ideal but I was done with his shit.

"No. Now" he demanded.

"I'm feeding our child" I slammed the bowl on the counter, and felt Hope stiffen. The last thing I wanted was her scared, but right now he was getting on my last nerve.

"Mommy what happened to your head?" She asked, and I remembered that I hadn't cleaned myself up yet. Between being slammed against the wall and finding Hope, I'd completely forgot about it despite the agonising pain coming from it.

I placed Hope at the table and passed her the bowl of pasta I'd made.

"Mommy is just going to get her head cleaned sweetie" he gave her a big smile and tugged at my arm. I almost slipped as he dragged me through to the hallway again.

"You're hurting me! Get off!" I pulled back with all I had, and watched as his face formed between shock and anger. I'd never answered back or tried to fight back, so this must of been a shock for his system.

"That's right. I'm not putting up with this anymore"

"Is that right, huh?" He grabbed my arm and yanked me closer till I was stuck against him. His nails dug into my skin and I let out a little whimper, but instantly straightened up. I refused to look weak or scared.

"You can't hurt me. Because then Hope will hear it or question it. Do you want our child seeing that?" I knew this would put him in a situation. If he cared about her he wouldn't dare do this.

Instead he didn't listen and his foot came up at my ribs.

"Make a noise and it'll be you that makes sure our child sees it. Not me"

I was bent over in pain, trying to take deep breaths to calm myself.

My plan would have to be altered.

I waited until he thought he'd won. I faced the wall and pretended to whine quietly in pain. I watched from underneath the stray of hair that fell across my face, and when I saw him move I caught him off guard. I picked up the ridiculous sized cat ornament on the shelf beside me, and lunged at him.

It wasn't until I was seconds away from it plummeting on his head that he noticed. His eyes went wide, and he attempted to move out the way but I was too quick for him. Fortunately for me, I managed to hit him across the front of his head. The almighty thud, and the sight of him unconscious bleeding out, made me nauseated again but I had to run. This was my opportunity.

I ran into the kitchen, and scooted Hope out of the chair.

"We're going somewhere baby, but we need to be extremely quick okay?" I launched towards the nearest door, which was luckily the front door, and searched for a pair of shoes.

"Shit" I cursed, forgetting that I shouldn't say it in front of Hope, but also not caring at this point in time.

I turned my back to see he was still lying there, but I saw him move slightly. I watched carefully for a second and then saw his head rise up slowly.

The last thing I needed was stones in my foot or glass, as well as being freezing. It was mid afternoon - I guessed - so hopefully it wouldn't be cold out. It didn't look it, the sun was blazing.

I yanked on the door, but almost lost it when it wouldn't open.

Think Daisy! Think! Where do they keep the keys?!

I shut my eyes and thought back to when we came before, but I couldn't remember. I looked back again and this time I saw that he was almost sitting up, inspecting the blood on his head. My breathing became extremity rapid, and I could see how scared Hope was. Not to forget her silence was just as much terrifying.

My head turned frantically looking for something that could possibly hold the keys, and then I saw it. The small dish on the side. The little trinket box. The lid was covering half of it and I tipped it upside down shaking all its contents onto the wooden sideboard. There were two keys.

I tried the first one. It was silver, and as I shoved it in I realised the key needed to be brass. I chucked it behind me and used the other. I had never felt so lucky when the door clicked open.

Sighing in relief I opened the door and took one last peek at the hallway.

He was gone. I froze.

I stood for ten seconds, terrified, until I decided to bolt. I locked the door behind me, chucked the key and made a run for it.

"Mommy! We're going too fast!" She cried, and I held her even tighter.

"I'm sorry baby we just need to go"

I kept looking behind me. The house was in the middle of nowhere so I had to run as fast as I could to make it to a busy place where I could cry for help. Right now I needed to be as quiet as possible. Hopefully he was too dizzy to even know where he was going, never mind chase us.

My feet hit the soft grass with every step I took, and I almost tripped when I stepped on a branch. The sharp pain that stabbed at my bare sole was excruciating, but I had to keep going.

The only noise was my loud breathing, and Hopes tiny cries as she feared what was happening. I told myself it was okay, I'd explain everything when we got to somewhere safe. It would be okay.

By now my feet were aching, possibly bleeding, and my legs were starting to ache too.

We came to an open road, and I saw a small village about five minutes away. I sighed in luck, turning my head to see if he was following. Relief set in way too comfortable when I saw that he wasn't there, I just couldn't help feel nervous in case he was about to pop out somewhere.

"It's okay, we're nearly there now"

We were about to cross the road when a car came speeding towards us. I used the opportunity to flag it down, I waved as fast and hard as I could. I screamed help and even attempted to jump up and down to get their attention.

Then it hit me.

The car was coming in the direction of the house.

I had no idea what car he drove.

Fuck.