Bree's POV
I blinked my eyes open and felt a bit numb. Looking around, I couldn't recognise where I was or how I got there.
So I shut my eyes for a bit just to recall what had happened and when I opened them again, the memories began to flow again.
I remembered everything; everything that that wicked man had done to me and it burned my heart once again, filling me with anger and resentment.
It was then that I realised that I had passed out. As I tried to sit up on my bed, my entire limbs felt weak and they hurt so much, just not as much as my heart which cried out for justice that seemed so far away from it.
I slammed my hands on the bed, despite the pain that I felt and cried out in anguish, letting my tears wet the bed as I fumed.
I hated that man. I hated that I met him. But I hat
