Escape to freedom.
VIVIENNE'S POV.
Who the f**k was I forced to live with? My eyes tore open with the injustices I would have to face.
The rough treatment, the degrading words. Gosh! I couldn't believe I felt drawn to him for a second.
“Let's get you cleaned up,” Donna helped me up, leading me to my bed.
She quickly drew a bowl of water and handed the wet handkerchief to me. “Here, wipe your tears.” She said, “Your make-up is a bit smudged.”
“I'm smudged,” I sniffled.
“You're not, you're just…” she paused and looked at the mark on my shoulder. “You are just in a different position from the life you once knew.”
“Easy for you to say,” I hissed. “You're not the one he's sleeping with. He almost yanked my arms out.”
Donna smiled and shook her head. “You really don't know much
