CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Large brown eyes. Thick, wavy black hair cascading over the shoulders. A body made mostly from working out.
“You really thought you were finally getting it all, huh,” I scoffed at the image of my naked body in the dressing mirror. Tears of bitterness slowly found their way down my face and I didn’t stop or even make any attempt to. I trailed my hands over the scar on the lower side of my left arm, sucking in breath as the familiar pain raided my body. That day he’d sliced my arm with his pocket knife because I stopped him from hitting a guy that had told me I was pretty. It was that moment I had told myself I needed to survive until the exams were done and then disappear to somewhere he would never find me.
“And how did that work out for you?” My own image scoffed at
