Livia’s POV
After Tyler brought me home, it was hell.
He yelled at me for hours. Only when I locked myself in my bedroom did he stop. I didn’t come out until the morning, when I knew that he won’t be there anymore, waiting to hurt me.
I didn’t get a wink of sleep, and yet here I am, all dressed up to go to school.
Slinging my backpack, I head out of my room, check the hallway for any signs of Tyler, and finally make my way down the stairs.
I can smell food from the kitchen, which means Mom is home.
As quiet as a mouse, I head to find her, only to see that she’s not alone in the kitchen.
Sitting at the breakfast table already smoking is none other than David. He’s watching my mom flip the bacon on the pan, his beady little eyes reminding me that of a pig’s. His gaze sharpens when h
