Avery’s POV
There was smoke and alcohol all over the table inside my room. I crawled inside the duvet and looked out the window. I had been smoking a lot since my father left in the morning and the thought that my mother could be in danger and be killed even haunted me.
My back was facing my room door and the fan made whooping sounds that disrupted the silence I lay in. I groaned loudly and turned my face towards the door.
A weary smile left my face when I thought of what my foolish boyfriend did to me today. He beat me and when he was done we had s*x. I would cut him one day, I said. I thought about pressing my back to relieve myself of some pain.
I dragged the pillow closer to my face and dug my head into it. I sniffed and covered my body with the duvet so the cold from the fan and o
