I entered the passenger seat, barely acknowledging Uncle Pete holding the car door for me.
I was drained in every way possible. My head hurt, I felt like I was hit by a truck transporting tons of brick.
And I would not stop crying.
Uncle Pete climbed in beside me. It was late already. I had no idea how long I'd stayed on the floor in that garden crying my eyes out.
But when I'd realized my phone was ringing, I had seen it was late.
Uncle Pete had been the one calling because he'd been worried about me.
"He doesn't want me." I divulged amidst pains gnawing through my broken heart.
"You'll be fine, Hailey. Let's just get you home and cleaned up." He patted my shoulder and then started the car.
"Where's home now?" I asked, sniffling as more tears fell.
"It's where
