I knew I had to pull myself together, but it was easier said than done. The first thing I needed to do was get my own memories back. Not to mention telling my parents exactly what I thought of them. I had been accepting of everything my whole life. For f**k’s sake, I didn’t even know if that was true anymore. I dragged myself off the floor. I couldn’t go any longer without having my own mind. I felt like they had taken everything away from me. My freedom, my memories, even my free will.
When I got down the stairs, they were all in the kitchen whispering amongst themselves. “Fix it now!” They just looked at me like they didn’t have a clue what I was talking about. “Mum, you either fix what you did or I walk out of here and never come back. I won’t be going back to the pack either. I won’t
