Mandy's POV
"How are you feeling?" Hope asked when I returned from the bathroom. Still limping, I sat on the chair and winced when my shirt slightly brushed against my back.
"I've been better, but I think I'm ok." I answered with a little smile. She smiled back and we started to eat.
I met Hope the night Andrew showed up. I was not excited to see him again, but he saved me at that moment, nonetheless. Who knows what Charlotte would have done to me next. I brushed off the remnants of that night. Hope helped me that night with everything. She washed off the blood from my body and dressed my wounds. Even with soothing Blake. Unfortunately, he knew that they were hurting me.I hope when we get out of here, he’ll still be my funny little Blake again.
I was hesitant at first to let her tou
