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The Scars She Hid From The World

REGINA MCBRIDE

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

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My husband was abusive, so I called the police on him.

My mother-in-law said, "Every couple has their fights, don't they?"

Oh, is that so?

Later, her son was beaten so badly he could hardly function.

My in-laws quickly jumped in to try and smooth things over.

But I retorted, "Every couple has their fights, right?"

When my husband beat me so badly that I ended up in the hospital, I immediately called the police.

He was arrested, and my in-laws and sister-in-law all tried to persuade me not to press charges.

"Why doesn't Gavin hit anyone else? He still loves you," my mother-in-law said, sitting on the bed with her arms crossed, trying to sound earnest.

"All couples have their arguments. Even your father-in-law and I had our fights. It's not a big deal. Reporting it to the police just looks bad to others. Listen to me, go to the police this afternoon and tell them it was just a misunderstanding. Withdraw the complaint."

I sneered, "Dream on! Now you think it's bad? When he was hitting me, you all slept like the dead in the next room. Once he gets out, I'm divorcing him!"

"Divorce over such a small matter? If it wasn't your fault, would my son have hit you?"

She was right. I was so angry that I wanted to get out of bed and slap her. If she had no issues, would I hit her?

But as soon as I stood up, I felt dizzy and collapsed back onto the bed.

I took a deep breath and told myself that there would be time for this later.

"Sis, I'm not saying you're wrong, but people say couples fight and make up quickly. You just got slapped a couple of times by my brother, and you hit him back too. Is it really necessary to send him to jail?"

"The doctor said you only have minor injuries. My brother will be detained for a few days at most. Just let it go."

She pouted impatiently and asked me for money, "I'm out of cash. Transfer some money to me later. I'm leaving now."

With that, she left without looking back, slamming the door behind her.

A fellow patient grumbled, "This family really has some nerve. They come to see a patient and don't bring anything, but they have the nerve to ask for money."

My in-laws' faces turned pale and then red.

After a while, my mother-in-law whispered, "Valerie, we paid your hospital fees. Don't forget to pay us back."

She pulled my father-in-law and quickly left the room.

No one remembered that I was still bedridden.

In the end, it was an elderly woman in the same ward who couldn't stand it anymore and bought me some food.

"This family is truly wicked. Such a good girl, beaten like this. Your parents would be devastated if they knew."

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