Khloe's POV
The last time I had the memories rush into my head, they were the good ones, beautiful memories. This time, the memories were the horrible ones, the ones that anyone would hide in the deepest parts of one's mind.
The horrors of my past, the ones I'd worked so hard to forget, to conceal from even myself, now emerged with a vengeance, threatening to consume me whole. The memories were so vivid, so real, that I could almost smell the acrid scent of fear, taste the bitter tang of despair.
When I snapped out of the trance-like state, I was breathing really heavy, gasping for air like I had just run a thousand miles without stopping, shaking to the core of my being, shivering violently and I'd have lost it if Adele wasn't in the room. She hurriedly hugged me and held me close to
