Ava Pov
Waking up again in my parents’ house, I thought all the pain I had before was finally fading.
Well, the mental pain anyway.
But the fact that my dad brought up the daughter cut stings just as much as the lack of my picture on the wall.
It hurt.
He can’t even remember that he never gave me a cut.
I noticed my meds on the nightstand next to the bed, along with some water.
I reached for them with a great amount of pain, taking a pain pill as well as a muscle relaxant before pulling my tired body out of bed.
I went to the bathroom.
I really needed to go.
It hurt quite a bit.
By the time I made it out, Mom was standing there.
“Hi. I thought you might be hungry,” Mom tells me.
“I made food, if you’d like to come out?”
Mom looked completely defeated.
Especially as she looke
