I wanted out, but that came with a hefty price tag. Even though I was the mother of his second-born, his precious daddy's little girl that didn't seem to mean shit He called the shots and I was supposed to bow down to his feet and like it. And I did what I was told. It was the only way for me to survive and not die by the hands of my baby daddy. But then, one day, my soul began to speak. I felt like I had wings to fly. Fly away from the stress and strife and pain that I endured every single day. I felt different in my skin. My eyes began to see my reality: 15 and 6-feet under if I didn't change. I grew in my mind realizing that my life was mine, not his. And everything in between of me wanting to free myself became a punishment and challenge. It seemed like no escape. I was trapped in yesterdays, but then something, something so unexpected happened...