Fifteen

Davis' POV

As I stood by her door just as I'd been doing for days, I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Please break down the door, master!" Gloria cried from beside me. I stared straight ahead, making sure she didn't notice I was just as petrified as she was, maybe even more.

"Please!" she continued begging and I could hear the pain in her voice. This was very serious because the old Gloria could not even look me in the face not to talk of asking me to do something repeatedly. "She hasn't eaten or spoken in days. What if she slipped and broke her head? Or something worse happened?"

Hearing her say all this only made me more uncomfortable. If I broke the door down, then everyone would know I was afraid something bad had happened to her. I didn't want to go to such an extreme.

"Then her body would have been smelling by now," I said and tried to keep the image I'd just painted out of my head.

Gloria, the maids, and my mother looked at me in horror after they heard me. But