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Chapter Nine
Becca's POV
ROSES ARE RED,
BLOOD IS REDDER
SHE DIDN'T KNOW IT,
BUT HE GOT BETTER.
For the doctors, it was relief I didn't die. For my mom, she kept on sobbing. For me, it was a disaster. How could I come back to everything?
I had been deemed unstable, so the police had been shooed out of my room. Leaving me alone with my thoughts, memories and pain.
He came back sweating, covered in blood. I knew he had done something bad, something wrong. I tried to believe that it was ketchup but I knew better.
He grabbed my arm roughly and half dragged, half carried through the door. I didn't have it in me to scream. I was too tired and I suspected I had a fever.
He dragged me through a series of left s and rights I immediately forgot when I saw them. My hopes sank and I knew I coul
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