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Mayra's p.o.v I wake up and feel someone's hands on me. I jump up. I am not tied up anymore. Thank god. I look around and it is a man wearing a white coat. A doctor? "Is she okay doc?" I hear a voice I would be okay with never hearing ever again. I look towards the door and my worst nightmare becomes reality. "Hey babygirl" Omar says, just like he used to when we were teenagers and messing around. I frown. "Where are my kids?" I ask "They're fine." he tells me, then turns back to the doctor "Is she okay?" he asks him again. "Yes, she is fine. I understand you are a recovering addict" the doctor tells me. That's when everything comes rushing back to me. I gasp. I was high just a while ago. "I was drugged." I tell the doctor. All of my hard work went down the drain. I touch my head, ouch, i