Miranda sighed a little as she began to wake up realizing that she was lying in the bed.  She remembered that she was in the cabin, but she didn’t remember getting into bed, let alone get ready for bed.  That was until she moved her foot realizing that there was a body sitting at the foot of the bed and she knew who it was going to be, the only person who knew where the cabin was, and there was no way she wanted to talk to him now.<br/><br/>“Thomas, even though you own the cabin you gave me permission to be here anytime I want.  And giving what has happened you lost your right to be anywhere around me.”  Miranda said as she still refused to move and look at the person sitting on the bed.  “Then you had no right to clean me up and change my clothes.  What more do you want from me, you already raped me and I chose to move on and not tell a sole, so now that I have lost my best friend and husband all in the same day I would prefer to be left alone.”<br/><br/>Miranda was not sure who she was madder at:  Herself for trust Thomas as much as she did to abuse her because of the feelings she was having.  Thomas for taking advantage of her state of drunkenness and confusion because of her head trauma.  Or was it Brettly for not believing her when she had never given him a reason not to trust her, unlike he did.  “The man that is supposed to love me said some very hateful words to me.  I have had him mad at me before, but he has never called me a slut or a whore before.”<br/><br/>Miranda said thru the tears that had started to fall as she went to set up and turn around, “He hates me and it’s your entire fault, he has never hated me before.”  Miranda said and looked at the person whom was sitting there.  “Brettly” Miranda said in a surprised and shocking voice wanting nothing more than to throw her arms around his neck, but then he hated her.  “Why are you here, you said your peace back at YOUR home.”  Miranda stated threw her tears.