Mandy's POV
After hearing those words, I was tempted to plunge that knife into his chest, but I knew it would not work. The knife was too small and I was too weak. I was lucky that Andrew was tired for today and simply dragged me back to my room, ordering Hope to help me before storming out of the room and slamming the door.
Once Hope and Blake saw the state I was in, they both rushed to me. Blake embraced me, crying and I cringed in pain but dismissed it, happy that I was still alive and able to protect him.
"Sshhh, it's ok, I'm alright." I soothed him and kissed the top of his head. His sweet scent relaxed me and reminded me of Ethan. That thought made me smile. I attempted to stand up, but my abused body gave out and I landed on my butt.
"Ouch."
"Let me help you." Hope extended he
