Becky’s POV
The universe I was surrounded by was a dark and painful cloud. My brain whirl-turned, and the throbbing in my body seemed to shut out everything else. The blood was slinking down my face, blending with the tears and sweat. Every breath was difficult, and my vision was fading.
During the beatings, I had passed out more than once, each time sliding farther into unconsciousness. Though my focus was weakening, I had anticipated that somewhere in the suffering my memories would fit together totally. Half-remembered sights and sensations whirled in my head.
Once more, I arrived as Lydia's and Samantha's faint background echoes rang. Though my thoughts were too confused to make sense of their remarks, I was just faintly aware of their chat.
"She's not moving," Lydia said, her vo
