Cloe POV
When will they stop?
Today was a great day, a little out of my comfort zone, and it had nothing to do with no legs. I just never went to parties; Dad never allowed it. My sister, yes, but other than school, I wasn't allowed out; even when we had guests, I was hidden most of the time. Get the food prepared, so all that's left is to put it on the already-set table, and if I am lucky, I get to sneak some food while cooking. Then I would make an appearance when the kitchen needed cleaning, which was often the next day, and I would get beaten because there were still dirty dishes on the table and in the kitchen. As if I could have done them, with a locked door. But that was my life, so why do I have a nightmare now, after a great night? I was spoiled all day and night and felt guilty
