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Lacey's POV: I struggled to get up and grab the clothes, but I managed to get up and make my way to the laundry room. I separated all the clothes between who's was who's. I went to put the clothes in the washer, as I bent down to grab the detergent the pain from my ribs shot through me and I couldn't help but yelp and whimper a little. I close the lid on the washer, and grab the next set of clothes to be washed, and ignore the pain that's pounding through me. After I got all the clothes in the washer I sat down for a minute and took a look under my shirt. seeing the huge bruise across my left side of my stomach Briana definitely cracked 2 or 3 ribs. I quickly put down my shirt before anyone walked in and decided to finish up my chores and go lay down before having to make lunch. After an