LAUREY'S P.O.V
Pain shot through my thigh, waking me up from my almost peaceful slumber.
I grudgingly woke up, and sat down on the bed.
I looked at my thigh, that has already soaked the bandage with blood and memories from last night rushed in.
I remember the envelope that was shoved in my face, showing that I was just a mere business deal to them.
My eyes filled up with tears and I brought my knees up to my chest as I sobbed.
Why? Why me? Why can't I be loved like other people? What did I ever do in my past life to be hated like this?
I don't know how many hours passed that I stayed sitting on the bed, and crying my eyes out until blood from my bandage started dripping on the bed.
I had to go to the bathroom and change my bandage, and my bedsheet also
