~ Sylara's POV ~
I didn't go to school right away because I wanted to put my parents at ease. I knew they'd be worried about me with no means of reaching me.
Jude had offered to take me home, but I had declined, saying I could go home myself. I took a cab home, ignoring the sharp pain between my thighs.
In fact, my whole body still aches. And yet, after everything, he had treated me like I was… nothing. Like I barely mattered.
When I entered the house, I was expecting my parents to rush over to me to ask where I had spent the night, but to my surprise, they didn't look bothered at all.
They were seated calmly at the dining table, eating cornflakes like it was just another morning.
"Mom… Dad," I whispered their names.
Their eyes shifted to me.
"I see you're back," my mom said flatly
