“… and then I woke up in the back of my car. I drove here and the doctors called you. Are we done?”
The cops nodded and they left her room and as she curled up in the tightest ball she could manage, she felt the stitches on her shoulder blade pulling on her skin and it all came back to her. His hands traveling over her skin, pulling hard at her breasts, scratching their way through her skin. Sobs reeked through her body as she remembered his hot breath on her neck, the feel of his teeth bruising her and cutting into her skin, the things he told her, the names he called her…
Brooke Davis...
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