Ayla's povI sat still.Most of my wounds had healed like nothing ever happened but there were the ones I sustained from smashing against the walls and floorings too hard. The ones he caused by touching me, almost felt like a skin infection. I didn't hear when the car drove through the gates but I heard the front door as it swung open. “Ayla!" Clara rushed in, breathless, hair half loose from its tie, eyes wide with fear. She crossed the room in seconds and dropped to her knees in front of her. Clara was indeed the last person I had expected to be here, I had so many questions about her presence. Like how she knew I was in trouble?" Oh my God. What happened?” She said, reading, sliding an arm around my shoulders. "You look… come on, lean on me" With no choice, I shifted, making me hiss in pain. I let Clara help me up as my legs shook violently beneath my weight. “I'm okay," I lied weakly. “No, you're not," she shot back, steering me carefully towards the couch. "Sit. Please”
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