Ch 82
Matilda Vaughn POV
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I stared at the mirror, at my own reflection as I used the wet cloth to rub off the blood stains that had dried up my dress
My knee hurt, the scar stung emotionally Than physically.
And as my dress touched the bruised skin as I attempted to move or accidentally, the touch had it burn like a hot fire thrown on it.
My elbow looked swollen, as I ran the wet cloth over it
And I just stood, tears burning In my eyes
What did they want from me?
Mainly, why would they let me go?
This part of the game confused me more…
Why would they choose to let me go?
Did they want to just scare me?
But in the world I belonged to
The two families.
Who were swore enemies
I was born to one,
And married to the other..
But one little incident will change t
