Blake's POV
Tyler held me while I cried for a while. The doctor and the other guy, Noah, talked to themselves and then left. I tried to get past Tyler to the window again, but he never took his hand off me. I could never get farther than arm's length away from him before he'd pull me back to him. I tried to fight it, but he was very strong. Stronger than my stepfather or any of his friends. It took about an hour before Noah came back by himself and tossed a pair of black leggings and a white t-shirt that was way too big for me; it went down to my knees, even though it was a short-sleeved, the sleeves came down to just above my wrists.
"Put these on. We're going home." Noah instructs.
"You're taking me home?" I ask, horrified but also relieved. Going home will finally give me the chance
