Kinsley
“It’s my parents,” Austen growls while I am still lying underneath him. He slowly gets up, and I sit up. “Here,” he hands me my clothes. “Go freshen up in the bathroom,” He points.
I nod and stumble to my feet. My legs are having a hard time working, and he laughs. “What’s so funny?” I ask.
“Nothing,” Austen mutters as there is another knock on the door. “Hold on, Mom,” He shouts.
I rush into the bathroom and stare at myself in the mirror. My hair is a frightful mess, and there are bruises on my body, but for the most part, I look at where my scars should be. “They are gone.” I quickly clean up, throw on my clothes, and comb my hair.
“There she is,” Eliana greets me as I leave the bathroom.
“I was just- “
“Oh, we know what you were doing,” Eliana smirks. “You should try th
