Avery's POV
I don't know who broke into my house. I had originally thought it was Conrad, but it wasn't and whoever it was, really f****d me up. When I came back in the middle of the night, everything inside of me hurt, and I knew that he had done horrible things to me again. It was like I was living the same nightmare over again. The first time, my family hated me, and I had no one to turn to, and so I put it aside and swore to never talk about it again, but this time they had beaten the hell out of me in the process. I laid on the floor the rest of the night and when the sun came up, I slowly packed a bag and left my house and didn't go back.
I checked myself into a hotel, and I've stayed here since. I shut my phone off and laid in bed not moving. I didn't bother going to the hospit
