Amelia
I run out of the hospital.
I couldn't breathe in there for a second. It's like the white walls of the room were closing in on me. I held onto her bed for support, but after a while, even that wasn't enough.
I couldn't believe what she was telling me.
I breathe in deeply. The night's air cools my clammy skin. My head is full of haunting images, of the full story. Ferdinand is a son of a b***h. He's the Devil's incarnate.
And he has full control of me.
My mother met him when she was seventeen. She came from a poor family—that I always knew—and so she dropped out of high school and worked full-time to help pay the rent.
She started working at one of his family's many businesses, a flower shop. She hadn't been there for too long when he came in one afternoon. He was twenty-
