Avery's P.O.V. (Before Jack finds her) I gave up. Every hope I had was gone. I looked in the mirror and didn't like what I saw. The light behind my eyes was gone. I sighed and looked at the floor. "Avery, get over here!" Travis yelled, and I went over to him. He knows my memory is back, and it just made things worse. My day goes by like this: I wake up, get ready, go train, get injected by some heroin which made me too weak and tired to fight, get beat by him and him and my dad, get used by Travis, and pass out, over and over again. "Yes?" I asked quietly. He grabbed my hips and pulled me onto his lap. "You ready for another day of training?" he asked in an innocent voice, which I nodded too. "Good." We walked to the gym, and I went over to my usual punching bag. "You ready to fig

