CHAPTER 18

Focus on your legs Bella. . . Don't fall again.
I'm back on the treadmill but this time I keep my eyes on the speed. If I feel like I can't handle it, I slow down. I desperately attempt to zone myself out but it just isn't working. All I can think about is Beatrice and her friends, mocking me on stage. Laughing at me along with the rest of the class. My heart physically hurts from being the victim of Beatrice's latest sick joke. I'm not a toy, I have feelings and emotions just like...