Chloe’s POV
“I said get the f**k out of my house, you’re leaving!” My father's familiar voice echoed in my head as I tossed restlessly in bed trying to get some sleep.
“Please, Dad!” My responses from the night it had all happened resurfaced in my mind. I clenched my fists to my sides feeling overly tortured by the disturbing images of what had happened on that night.
Being a child, growing up in a stable home in the suburbs of Charlotte, North Carolina. I never really done anything on my own and while I had a decent high school experience. I was ready to get away from everyone I’ve known all my life. Which was the exact reason I had ended up at the popular UNC college.
My fingers clamped around my dress, as I tightened my eyes shut trying to hold back the urge of those memories flood
