Dakota was quiet for a moment. "I'm surprised you didn't notice the scar on my shoulder." She muttered quietly. But it may blend in with the others...

Dakota was quiet for a moment. "Her" She said quietly, sighing and shoving away the memories

Dakota didn't know why it was so painful to tell him. They were getting married, after all. "She.... beat me and told me how I was useless and how she hated me. I didn't think a mother was so capable of hating her own child so much..." Dakota paused, fighting back the memories. "It got to the point that I was fighting for my life once. She had been drunk and I had left a knife on the counter from dinner earlier that night. She found me in my room and I had to call for an ambulance once she was locked out of my room and barely concious. I didn't waste any time moving out once I was discharged from the hospital." She said quietly

Dakota didn't speak as the memories flooded in, uncontrollable

"But what if she finds me?" She asked quietly, a tear rolling down her cheek