My body aches all over as I lay on the soft bed. I have no idea where I am or how long I have been sleeping for or if I am even sleeping. Maybe this is what death feels like.
My mind goes back to my last memory, that disgusting monster. His weight on top of me, his hands on my body. I feel the bile rising up my throat as I bolt upright from my laying down position and I puke over the edge of the bed.
“Hey, easy sweetie” a sweet voice says beside me. I don't really recognise the voice but it's nice to hear.
“You’re going to be okay” the voice says as she helps me lay back a little. I squint my eyes a they focus on the person in front of me.
“Belinda” I whisper.
“Hi, sweetie. Let me get Clay. He will be happy you are awake” she says getting up from the edge of the bed.
“NO.” I shout
