Celeste's POV
I was glad my mom was here. She answered so many questions that Isaac couldn't. We were lying down in bed watching a movie she had my sister bring up. I looked around and wondered.
"Mom?"
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"Is this the room where that girl did that stuff to Isaac?"
"Yes. This is his old room." Why would he bring me here? I'm sure it's not a pleasant memory he has.
"Why would she do something like that?"
"I don't know. Some people are just twisted." I know how twisted people can get.
"Can I ask you something personal?"
"You can ask me anything you want."
"What happened to you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Your scars." Like Isaac, she sat up and looked at me.
"Celeste." She looked at me. I thought she was disappointed that I would pry, but I came to realize it was pain.
