It had been over two weeks since that fateful night. There was no sign of Les anywhere, so Andy and her girls were finally allowed to return home.
Andy had told Jessie and Lizzy what happened. Well, she told them some of what happened. She couldn't tell them that their father had raped her. Instead, she just told them about him hitting her and the gun.
All that aside, things weren't going as bad as Andy had expected. Jessie was, bewildering enough, incredibly helpful around the house while Andy was confined to her bed. At first, the girl's took their father's betrayal very hard. Andy couldn't blame them. Their father, the man who raised them, had not only beaten their mother, but also disappeared. That's not to say that they really wanted him around anyway.
While the girls seemed to be adjusting as well as could be expected, Andy was still struggling to deal with her rape. It's one thing to be betrayed and violated by a stranger or something, but it's another thing entirely when it's the one person you thought you could depend on in life. If you can't trust the person you promised to spend your life with, then whom can you trust?
This is short for the same reason as the previous chapter. That, and it doesn't really go with the next part.
