When I woke in the morning, it was to the sound of arguing.

"She deserves to die!"a woman was screaming.

It was not a pleasant way to start the day, especially since I was pretty sure the "she"was me.

"She's mine,"the male voice was one I recognized, and I tried desperately to subdue the fear it sent spiraling through me.

If I wanted to get out of there, I needed to put on my big girl panties and figure it out without letting my fear get the best of me.

"She's ...