FIVE
FIGHTING FOR AIR
Ava
I go back into my room, and it isn’t long until my anxiety returns. I wish I was back in Reaper’s bed so my mind would stop torturing me with thoughts of Beau finding me and taking me back to hell. I wonder if he would physically hurt me to teach me a lesson or tell me he will never hurt me again but mentally torture me instead, like he has been for years. Ava, your dress is too short. You look like a prostitute. Have you gained weight? What have you been doing all day? Why do you always forget something when you buy groceries? Are you dumb or do you enjoy pissing me off?
My nerves coil up so tight I slam my fist against the bed, hating that even though he’s not here, he still has control over me, making me scared and vulnerable.
The thought of leaving the MC
