Elouise’s POV
I woke up earlier than I expected this morning, feeling anxious about everything I was going to do today. Would mum accept what had happened to me? Would she care? I wasn’t sure about either of those answers and that was causing the nerves to settle in the pit of my stomach. I had told her once before, and Jamie covered it up by saying I was lying to her to break them up. I got the worst beating of my life, and it taught me not to tell Mum or anyone again.
I quickly showered and walked out of the bathroom wearing a pair of black leggings and a black hoody. Yes, I am more comfortable in my own skin, thanks to Bradon, but I’m not there yet. At least not in public. I picked up my hairbrush and walked over to Bradon, who was sitting on the sofa, typing in our diary. I knew he
