Part 19

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I broke down immediately. Bridget held me as I sled to the floor. Flash back after flash back came flooding in. My grip on her got tighter, my tears flowed faster, and my wails grew loader. I knew I wasn't ready to endure the pain my father just brought by coming back.

Bridget's POV

"Its ok. You dont have to go back." I tried my best to comfort my friend.

"Where I'm I going to stay? Huh?"

"With me! Don't worry I'll hid you and we'll start looking for a dorm room so we can both live there." She looked at me with hope in her eyes. "I mean your always here anyways so it won't be hard to hid you."

We both began laughing and I felt happy that I could make her laugh at a time like this.

Stacey's POV

I  was awakened by the sound of glass breaking. I was only 6 or 7 at the time when my mom came busting in my room. She snatched my up by the waist and hushed me as she sneaked done the stairway. She was stopped in her tracks by my fathers tight hold.

"Why do you think your doing huh?"
My mother held on to me and so did my dad. "Let her go"

My mom slowly placed me on the ground as she knew what he was capable of. Yet even though she followed his instructions to the tea he still hit her. I saw as he pulled his hand back to give her another blow so I yanked on my father's arm. He didnt even flinch before he threw his hand back to hit me across my face and added a kick to my chest to finish it off. At that point I had lost consciousness and when my eyes were open again I could see my mom hovered over the hospital bed I was in. Behind her were two police men and for a second I thought we were safe, but that day was the last day I saw my mom until she regained custody of me when I was 11.

Present

"Did your mom like my cake?"

I watched as Bridget tried to avoid eye contact with me at all cost. "I mean she had some critics, but other than that she love it." With now a bright smile on her face. I've now been at her house for a week and it's been smooth sailing apart from the hundreds of calls on my phone.



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