Chapter One hundred and fifty three

Emily’s POV

“No, no, no!” I yelled before jumping up. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead as they fell down to the collar of my shirt. My heart pounded in my chest and my hands shook. The room spun a little and I tried to steady myself by placing both palms on the little worn-out table beside my bed.

I saw him again, his smell of booze and cigarettes haunted my dreams, his rough hands that felt like sandpaper against my skin and those dark eyes. A wave of heat and anger rushed through my system as I grabbed the small glass bottle from the table. In one quick movement, I threw it at the wall opposite me with all of my strength.

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It shattered into millions of pieces and the scent of the pills mixed with herbs assaulted my nose, making me retch. I took several deep breaths while wiping away the beads of sweat from my face and neck with the back of my hand before climbing out of my bed.

I wanted it to all stop but it didn't.

Instead, my memories took me back to those days and it felt