Riley regretted ever agreeing to stay with the Harrisons, and it happened the moment she was carried into the car by Mr Harrison himself.
It was as if she had just realized what kind of life she was about to have at his home. A life of pure incapability and embarrassment in every waking hour. A life where she couldn’t even get up on her own. Mostly because she had broken exactly an arm and a leg, and let’s not forget about the ribs, which felt like they were on fire, the moment the drugs wore off and she felt like she would throw up if she moved even a little bit.
It wasn’t like she had any other options at that moment. Her house was a pile of ash on the ground, and she had no one else to turn to except Mr Harrison who had insisted on taking care of her.
Sure, she could ask Britney for
