"That's the story, now you know everything." I spoke, pulling up my knees to my chest.
"That doesn't explain everything." I looked back to him with furrowed eyebrows, his eyes boring holes into my legs and shoulders.
I glanced down to see my bruises and scars on full display, yellow and green with how advanced the healing was. "Andre-" "Are you being, being-"
I put my hand over his mouth, shutting my eyes as I curled into myself. "Just tell me Emilia, are you being abused?"
I always wished it was a human that would say that too me. Someone she couldn't get even more mad about taking me away from her, someone she couldn't kill. Someone that would take me away and give me the happy ending I always wanted so desperately.
"Andrew, I'm sorry." I heard him shift next to me and leave the bed, opening my eyes to find him kneeling in front of me. He shook his head at me, his hand grasping mine.
"We can get you out-"