Blakely’s POV
I gasped and caressed my cheek when I dreamed about Mama slapping me. I sat on the bed and inhaled sharply as I cupped my forehead and squeezed my eyes closed. Remnants of what happened last night came rushing back in my mind and the pain was still there. She accused me of something I didn't do. She didn't worry after I got drowned and all she thought about was what the people would say about what happened.
I never knew I could hurt like this. I never knew she could get this mad. What more if she learned about my forbidden affection for my foster brother? She wouldn't only throw me out of her house, she would completely cast me out of her life.
Now, looking back at what happened. I don't think I could ever choose anything over my foster parents. I would give everyt
