CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

Chloe's P.O.V

That wretched woman has twins, and I remember the first time I met her, she was almost as bad as Alistair.

Her white curly hair and barely wrinkled face made me shiver.

She used to tell Alistair to beat me more, that I had to learn more discipline, and show more respect.

Everyday she stayed I had gotten beat at least once a day and instead of my meals once a day I got food maybe once every three days that month.

I remember the fight Carolynn and Alistair had the last night she was around, it was the first time Carolynn stood up for me, at the time I didn't really understand why I was getting hurt and barely fed, I was only four or five at the time.

I held Hayley's phone tightly in the palm of my hand seething with anger, any tighter the screen would crack.

"Chloe, are you alright dear?" I turned towards the woman who gave birth to me.

"No, and until they are safe I won't be." I admitted, passing Hayley her phone back.

My mother nodded, if anyone could understand