58. Not in front of mom

REBECCA

I haven't had a normal day in years.

I'm not looking forward to seeing my pictures on blogs with insults in the comment section, I'm not bothered about the press taking pictures somewhere. I felt very different with Theo.

Besides his questioning, of course, and his words from earlier about Oliver's grandfather that made me a little uncomfortable-- okay, maybe not uncomfortable but anxious and worried, I tried to enjoy the rest of my day.

He dropped me back at the hospital by 6 and I waved him goodbye before looking up at the building with a sinking feeling. I turned on my phone first, gulped before walking in.

Visiting hours would be over in thirty minutes but I wanted to at least kiss my mother goodbye before Oliver would unleash hell on me.

How long would he lock me away for this time? Three months? If I'm lucky, I scoffed. I tried to imagine his reaction but even my imagination did no justice to what I was going to face.

He'd scream, no doubt, then threaten me like I