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64

3 Weeks Later

"Home sweet Home."

I said as I flopped down on the couch. I finally got discharged from the hospital after weeks of therapy sessions. I still had to see a therapist but I was slowly opening up about the torture Kyle, Seth, and Mandy put me through.

"You hungry?"

Fergal asked as he came down the stairs from the nursery.

"Very. Hospital food tastes like shit."

I said with a sigh.

"I know. I'll be right back."

Fergal said as he placed a kiss on my lips and walked out to the kitchen. I looked down at my wrists as I sighed. The little red scars on them brought back so much pain in my heart. But that's what my heart was full of. Pain.

Kyle and Seth did so many horrible things to me. They belittled me. They made me feel like I was nothing. They used me for sex then threw me to Mandy to get my ass beat. And I couldn't fight back. Cause if I did I would get punished even more than I already was being punished.

"Pam? You okay?"

Fergal asked. I looked from my wrists up to him with tears in my eyes.

"Come here."

Fergal said as he wrapped me up in his arms.

"It hurts so bad still. Every time I look at my wrists I just think about them. They used my body so much, Fergal. It hurts so bad."

"I know, Pam. Just breathe."

Fergal said as I choked on my tears. I knew that he had no idea what to say. But sometimes the best thing to say is nothing...