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Maxine Pov

I woke up feeling sore and in pain, every muscle in my body was protesting as I tried to move. The bruises from last night were still fresh, and I winced as I shifted on the bed. Glancing around the room, I noticed that Liam was gone, but a tray of breakfast was left on the table. My stomach growled, and without thinking, I dragged myself over and began to eat. The food gave me a bit of strength, enough to head back to my room to wash up and change.

Liam had dealt with me harshly last night. His assaults were relentless, and I could barely walk. Each step was agony, and I felt like I was going to fall sick from the pain. When I finally reached my room, the tears came unbidden. I collapsed onto my bed, my heart shattered and my spirit was broken. I was tired—tired of everything, of my life, of my entire existence.

One minute I thought I was getting it right, finding a sliver of hope, and the next, I was plunged back into darkness, wanting to die. While I sobbed, the door cre