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61. One Last Chance
I thought it would be just one time that Katherine would fill my room with baby shopping but I was wrong. She brings several shopping bags into my room every week. Now the room where I'm living looks more like a kid's room with all those colorful, bright clothes, plastic toys and stuffed animals. Both of Ashar's parents are very happy about it.
I finally muster some courage to confront to Ashar one last time. I want to know his reasons behind his strange behavior. I want to know what he wants from his own mouth. However, I swear this will be last time I'll let him hurt me.
I push opened his bedroom's door, move my eyes around. Flashbacks of that night shuffle through my brain as I step inside. My heart shrinks in my chest as I feel rush of mixed emotions – mixture of love and hate. It's the second time I came to his room. This meeting will decide my fate.
He is standing against his dresser, doing his hair through his fingers. He is in fresh clothes, lookin
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