Isabella’s point of view
I woke up to pain, not the sharp kind that comes and goes. It was deep and really painful. It settled deep inside my stomach like a stone and spread through my entire body.
For a moment, I didn’t open my eyes, I just lay on the thin mattress, breathing slowly and trying to understand what felt wrong, everything was literally wrong with my body, because for the past two weeks my body had been subjected to different assaults, physical, emotional and psychological. Different scars ran through my stomach to my thighs, the stretch marks that were starting to form on my tummy due to the small, unnoticeable baby bump made it look uglier.
Suddenly, I felt wetness, cold. My heart lurched violently, and my eyes snapped open. The dim light of the room flickered above me,
