BREELYNN'S POV
The first month after the night I thought Mitch raped me, and he subsequently had been horrifically torn to pieces, was the hardest I had to survive.
I was placed in a psychiatric facility due to the trauma I had endured. Including the appearance of Trina, I was certain I was going insane.
But I refused to let any of that stop me. Once I was released, I managed to run away from the Foster Care system, and without any money, took to the streets.
I was beyond fortunate that the job I had at the diner was still available. After telling him a condensed version of what happened, the owner was kind enough to make a small sleeping area for me in the back.
I lived there until I was eighteen and could get my own apartment. I lived in that apartment until the day I moved out
