Shyla POV:
My heart beat out of my chest when Betty pounded on the door. I didn’t know if she knew I was here, but I wasn't trying to find out. The memories of her dragging me around like a ragdoll and leaving me for dead weighed heavily on my mind; I looked at Noemi, who stood in front of the door for a moment, listening, before she turned to me with a bright smile.
"They're gone now. How about we sit and chat?"
I shook my head. "Please, Em, I need to get out of here... Please help me leave," I pleaded with my eyes. She sighed, grabbing my hand and leading me back to the pink and white bed. "Just relax, Shyla; I promise no one will hurt you here." She pulled me into her chest and began rubbing slow circles on my back. "You're safe here,"
"No, I'm not," I asserted, my voice rising, r
