44. Wounds

Ava was sitting on the floor on the balcony while hugging her knees to her chest staring at nothing.

She had woken up early in the morning and Mr. Taylor was there in the room. He was standing quietly in the corner and offered her water. She took the glass and drank it slowly.

Her head pounded and she felt lethargic. Her feet, knees, arms, and palms throbbed. She had bandages on all the scratches and road rashes.

Slowly all the memories came knocking back and she felt a bitter taste in her mouth. She tried to kill herself last night. How could she do that? To her father? To Annie?

Aiden had driven her mad. She couldn't think of anything else to get away from him.

She hobbled to the restroom and did her business; she noticed that all the sharp items were missing from the bathroom.

Mr. Taylor still hasn't left the room.

Ava left Aiden's room and stepped into her room. My. Taylor tried to step in, but she blocked his way. Apologized and then slammed the door in his face bef