I was eight years old and fed up with being scared. She was twenty-three and more incapable than someone her age should be. Did what he said without question because disobedience came at a price. I remember when I first told her that ‘something has to change’. She slapped me across the face and sent me off to bed. Kept me in that room for a year until, one day, she said it, too. ‘Something has to change.’ I got to my feet and grabbed our bag; she let me out of the door and locked it behind me.