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I find myself back in the closet the next morning, looking through my cloth choices while wearing only a towel around my chest. I’d gone right to bed after my shower last in the evening, exhausted.

The thought of Ian and his controlling way pissed me off to no end, I wasn’t used to feeling such extreme anger, I didn’t know what to do with it. Talking to him proved fruitless, getting angry was even worse, my annoyance seemed to amuse him, the man could talk his way out of hell if he pleased. Thinking of it sucked the strength right from my bones.

A few times I considered just moving out, what was the worst he could do?

Maybe I didn’t have to ask Hannah, but there had to be options. I had money, I had access to accounts dad set up for me if only I hadn’t signed that damned contract. But I had. And knowing I couldn’t do anything about it made me bitter and I wasn’t a hateful person so I opted to sleep it off and wake up to a new day.

Sadly, the taste of defeat was still bitter upon my