Tanisha is just a typical girl from South London. She loud, confident, fun and definitely doesn’t take shit from anyone. Nobody could tell her anything! She was unruly and that’s how she liked to be. That is, until she meets Marcus.
“Marcus put the plug in the sink and turned on the tap. He filled the sink to the top with cold water and then pushed my face under the water. The first time was only for a few seconds, but each time got longer, and longer, and longer. My mind screamed, ‘This is it, I’m going to die’."
The Words She Couldn’t Say is a chilling and gripping insight into the mind of an abused woman. She must learn to scream inside her mind unless she wants another “slip” down the stairs.
She needs help! But it’s hard to be heard if the words that are most important are the words you don’t say, right?
Tanisha knows there is only one way out of this hell. And that is to go through hell and to confront the devil and that never ends well. Does it?
Tanisha is just a typical girl from South London. She loud, confident, fun and definitely doesn’t take shit from anyone. Nobody could tell her anything! She was unruly and that’s how she liked to be. That is, until she meets Marcus.
“Marcus put the plug in the sink and turned on the tap. He filled the sink to the top with cold water and then pushed my face under the water. The first time was only for a few seconds, but each time got longer, and longer, and longer. My mind screamed, ‘This is it, I’m going to die’."
The Words She Couldn’t Say is a chilling and gripping insight into the mind of an abused woman. She must learn to scream inside her mind unless she wants another “slip” down the stairs.
She needs help! But it’s hard to be heard if the words that are most important are the words you don’t say, right?
Tanisha knows there is only one way out of this hell. And that is to go through hell and to confront the devil and that never ends well. Does it?