“Now go take a bathe,” Caleb’s voice orders the second I set the fork down.

I obey, glad to flee the empty plate reminding me what I simply ate.

I’m going into the toilet and scrub my physique 5 occasions, making an attempt to clean away all of the filth Caleb’s subjected me to. I’ve by no means felt so violated, however nothing helps.

Once I end brushing my enamel, he seems. He holds a towel out for my hair and one for my physique. He proclaims, “There is a costume on the mattress. Put it on. Your mum’s right here.”

A burst of hope fills me.

Perhaps she will be able to discuss sense into Caleb and get me out of right here.

What am I pondering?

She is going to. She’s my mum.

I dry off, go into the bed room, and placed on the costume whereas Caleb’s beady eyes watch me. Once I’m clothed, he escorts me by the home, down the steps, and right into a sitting room.

My mum’s standing on the window. She spins. “Lauren, oh, thank Jesus Caleb discovered ya.”

She runs over and pulls me into her arms, however I shove her again, resisting the urge to hug her. Letting my anger movement, I seethe, “How might ya have informed him?”

She stares at me and places her hand on my cheek. “Why are ya so ungrateful, Lauren? That is who we’re. You are meant to be Caleb’s spouse.”

“Mum, ya do not know what you’ve got carried out.”

“I’ve given ya your birthright. The place will give ya all the pieces ya might ever need on this world.”

I scoff. “Are ya kidding me?”

Her eyes darken. “Ya must be grateful. You may have greater than I ever had. Greater than I might give ya.”

Any a part of me that thought perhaps my mum might assist me or that she would not be the one who actually did this to me disappears.

How can she care about me when that is now my future?

She went in opposition to all my needs, did not hear, and insisted that Caleb was the one for me, regardless that I informed her all of the horrible issues he did to me. And now she stands right here persevering with to imagine that is finest for me?

I shake my head. “Do not come again right here.”

Horror fills her face. “What are ya speaking about?”

“I would like nothing to do with ya.”

She stands in shock. “Ya do not know what you are saying, Lauren.”

“I do. Now, get out!” I scream, pointing on the door.

She would not transfer.

Caleb claps, laughing. “Bravo. Bravo.”

Mum and I flip to him in query.

He states, “Kathleen, ya heard your daughter’s needs. You are now not welcome on this home.”

My mum gapes at him. “Caleb, ya do not imply—”

“Certain, I do. In spite of everything, ya informed me ya wished me to be good to your daughter, proper? If that is what she needs, that is what she will get.”

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