Amanda Bell
As soon as I walked inside the hospital, the image of my mother shattered my heart. She looked frail, and she looked tired. It was as if all her life was straight out of her what my father did to her was something horrible that no woman should have to go through.
I could see Peyton trembling with anger beside me. He could barely stand the sight before us, the bruises and the unbearable pain, and I hated that it happened to us, to her, to my mother.
What are you doing here she asked her eyes Boyd of any emotion other than shame. She felt shame about what happened to her when she when she was nothing but a victim afraid of a predator that wouldn't be stopped until we stopped him.
I have lived through the same but never felt her feelings. I knew I never deserved that treatment
