CONTENT WARNING: This chapter contains depictions of s****l assault, drug abuse, and emotional manipulation that may be triggering for some readers.
UNSPOKEN THINGS
~CHELSEA POV~
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My hands shake as I fumble with the key to our apartment door.
The hallway reeks of stale cigarettes and broken dreams. Paint peels from the walls like dead skin. This place suffocates me more each day.
Inside, silence greets me. Mom's probably passed out. Chase is at the hospital for his overnight observation.
I'm alone with the echo of Kolt's voice in my head.
My legs give out in the kitchen. I slide down the cabinet door, pulling my knees to my chest. The linoleum is cold against my back.
The top cupboard calls to me. Mom's pills sit behind expired cerea
