She sits and stares ahead of her, trying not to think of the words being said to her. The voice continues to break into her dreams, pushing deeper and deeper until she can no longer hide, Why her? What could she have done to deserve this? She gives and gives, always checking, always planning, why does it continue? She belives it can change, things must get better. She thinks back and remembers at time when everything was new and the words caused no pain. The touch was light and gentle the kisses sweet and plenty, when did it change? She dreams of being better, making him happy, doing all she can to please him. A door closing brings her back to now, her heart races, her face flushes, not for reasons of passion, but of fear. As the sounds of steps move toward her, she begins to cry, knowing the pain is but steps away. She feels a hand touch her, she flinch's away. Her mind screaming please no more. She opens her eyes to him, dark streaks forming on white cheeks, he reaches for her again, this time she moves to him. The dream fades her eyes clear, he is here. She thought she would never love again, never feel a touch that wasnt in anger, or words that made her breath catch. He pulls her to him, whispering in her ear, its ok baby, he is gone, I am here for you, I love you, and as she once again closes her eyes she knows she doesnt have to be afraid anymore, he will love her and hold her in his heart with every breath protect her from the dreams
