[Olivia]:
Everyday, I wake up less motivated than the previous day. Today was the worst. After waking up two hours earlier than I usually did, all thanks to the fatigue acquired from last night's horrible chase, I was still suffering from the fear and anxiety it had instilled in me.
My nightmares were triggered and I found myself running away from the one man who had caused pain for me since I was young enough to know right from wrong, right into the arms of the man who was going to ruin and break me further.
Nothing seemed to make me better. Not even the fact that I was far away from my father and now apart from Jason. How was I going to live with these traumas? The triggers that life threw my way? The reminders that I wasn't ever worth it or ever going to be. That I was nothing but
