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Denise entered Abby's room two days later. “Happy Halloween, my dear.”

Abby lay face down on the bed, because that is the only way that she can rest without feeling excruciating pain. Some of the deep gashes on her back had started to scab over except the ones that had needed stitches yet had only gotten super glue or steri trips to close them; they were still not healing yet, but at least they were not bleeding still.

Abby had really needed to go to the hospital, both she and her mother knew that, but she was still a prisoner in her her father's house. She