The Phoenix Knights MC: Strength of Love (Rebecca Waters) novel Chapter 7

Olivia’s POV-

After leaving class, my mind was racing everywhere, from what c*****e had said to me, to the text from Harry. I had to go home, but he threatened to lock me up in the house if I did come home. What choice did I have? I needed my computer, my clothes, and my stash box. It has everything I need: cash, credit cards, identification cards. Everything I need to disappear. The cash is separate from the credit and identification cards, just in case he ever finds one or the other.

I needed a few minutes alone, so going to the girls' bathroom seemed like my best choice. I needed to use the restroom anyway. It was the perfect excuse. So, that is where I went. I also knew I needed to sort out my bandages. They had loosened a little. I am also positive that c*****e felt them when he placed his hand on my back. I really hope he didn’t give how thick this sweater is. I stopped by my locker to grab my bag, before heading for the bathroom.

I got inside the bathroom and did my business first. Once I was done, I went to the sinks and washed my hands. I looked around the bathroom a final time to make sure it was empty, then I set my bag down on the side of the sink, and took a deep breath. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, and finally responded to Harry.

A nice short message: “Go to hell.”

I probably shouldn’t have sent that text to him. I will probably get my ass kicked later. But if I can get home and get what I need before he gets home from work, then I should be fine.

I sent a text to my mum that said, “I am still alive, not that you would care.”

Then I put my phone away. After everything, I have been through at the hands of Harry, of her husband, you would think she would care about me, that she would be worried about me. But, she didn’t care. I doubt she ever did care about me. She looks at me like I am the worst thing that ever happened to her. I feel like she never wanted to get pregnant, and therefore never wanted me. That is part of the reason I was so surprised at all the phone calls I had gotten from her overnight, even the fact that she contacted my friends. It could only mean there was something else going on, at least that is what it seemed like to me.

I grabbed some more painkillers from my bag and took them. I could barely handle the pain today, as I could soak my muscles to ease some of the discomfort.

I looked up into the mirror and checked my make-up, touching it up so that it didn’t get ruined. I needed to make sure the bruises on my face were not going to be visible to anyone. I didn’t want people to find out I was being abused. You can imagine the rumors that would go around.

Once my make-up was done, I packed it back in my bag, and lifted my sweater up next, folding the bottom over my breasts. I did the same with my cami top. I saw the position of some of the bandages, and I knew I was going to have to undo some of them.

I got to work on removing one length of the bandages. As soon as the bandages were removed, I rolled them up. I sighed looking at the bruises, they just looked so much worse now. They were so black and discolored. I think I should have stayed off and in bed today. I began to rewrap my ribs.

I was nearly done when I heard the small gasp from behind me. I froze to the spot.

Who is that? What will they say? What will they do?

The moment I came to my senses, I continued wrapping my ribs, as Katie, Mike’s little sister, appeared in the mirror, joining me at my side.

“What happened to you?” she asked, concern and horror all over her face.

I didn’t say anything. It was obvious what had happened. I got the s**t beaten out of me.

She pressed on, “I can help you in more ways than you realize.”

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