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EMILY’S POV.
John and I got home late in the night, and I got down from the car, slowly.
“Did he hurt you?” John asked.
I shook my head.
“Did anyone else try to harm you?” He asked, walking towards me, and I shook my head again. “All he did was cut your hair?”
I nodded. “Did you eat? What did you eat?”
“Rice. Steamed vegetables. Braised chicken.”
“Now you’re speaking.” He said, and walked away, sticking his hands into his pockets.
I followed after him, and went to my room. Taking off the dress, and removing the pins, I stepped into the shower, and turned the water on.
It rained down on me warm, sweet, and comforting. Despite it being hell, I was home. A home, the troubles of which I was used to. At least, I knew the worst that could happen, and was prepared for it.
My mind w
