What if I die?

my bed. I have just woke up but I can already feel the coldness of

n? Is it really my fault that I become

ast. If I didn't demand from the things I want b

first floor of our house. I hurried out of my room and ran down from the stairs. As I finally got down, I

so often, and I don't know where he goes. But still, I have a right to know,

I don't know, but, every time I need to face and talk to him, I never lose the fear that was engulfing my whole system, it's always like this. My knees keep trembling every time he gives m

e just removed the glasses he was wearing and gently rolled rubbed the b

that, and didn't see it coming. My eyes pinned on the sofa near me as I fought my back tears. I could even barely open my mouth when I felt the heat and dampness of the

a slap, Cia.

e, Ciara. The tears were enough fo

my gazed up on him again and meeting his wicked

e?" I averted my gaze as I heard him utter

this freaking mess?" He pointed out

the one w

pete sake, it's already afternoon, yet you haven't cooked any food, Ciara! Are you re

t only if you want.' I wanted to open my mouth to speak for myself, but silence prevailed on me, because he has a point. I ha

y—" he cut

o fall on the floor, but instead of paying attention and enduring the pai

running and gulped

" I tried to stop him from leaving, but I was also immediately

is such a waste of time." He mum

oing to prepare a food for you." I tried to clear my voice when I asked him again, but be

that he was just forced to marry me.

leaving my house and try to outrun me." It was a cold response from him, before he was completely out of sight. B

s threatened me, but...

bitterly. He still cannot love me until now. He never once