{Sarah's P.O.V}
Well, thank god that's over. It took me an eternity to get that flour out of my hair. I just finished taking a shower. Oh,crap. I forgot to get a towel. I hate having to do this. "Luke! Can you bring me a towel?". Why is he taking long to respond? Do we have a visitor or something? "Uh..., sure thing babe." I lean my head on the door and place my ear against it. I hear some muffled talking. "Here you go." Luke says as he passes me my towel. I dry up real quick and get dressed. I'm walking towards the living room. Then, I see him. The man I never thought I'd see ever again. The man who abused me, not only physically, but mentally. My own hateful father. Carl Montgomery.
"What is this Luke?, Can we please take this to the other room." I say anger filling in my voice . "He just wanted to see you, I think it's for the best." Luke says with sympathy. "Luke, I can't do this and you know better than anyone that I can't." I'm on the verge of breaking down. I'm hanging by a thread. "Yes, you can. Sarah, I know better than anyone that you can. You've been through alot in your life. If you've made it through your past struggles, you can make it now. Just please, talk to him." Damn Luke and his wise words. "Okay." I say numbly. I make my way out of the bedroom and into the living room. I'm not mentally prepared for this. Here goes everything.
