Panic was rising in her throat and the smell of gunpowder was burning her nostrils. Doors opening and closing. Burst of light. Distant shouts. Blinding pain flashing through her head. The child next to her screaming. She reached to comfort the child and her arms fell limp. Waves of terror rolled over her as she realized that she couldn't move, but the fear was swimming upstream against the inner pain that threatened to drown her. Somebody help me.......

Janice and her children broke away from suffering through years of abuse, only to find that the nightmare wasn't over, it...