Chapter Twelve

Dante sat beside me. Zohan was in front of me eyeing me up and down. I couldn’t quite comprehend what was going on in his mind. Sometimes he frowned and other times he looked worried. As if there was a tsunami of emotions coursing through him.

I rested for as long as I wanted. Harboring, planning, and editing the plan I just made in my head. After having a few words with Zohan, Alice left. He looked at me. There was a calmness in his exterior which I hated.

“Why did you have to do that?” He asked. Maybe he was mentioning me almost killing myself by starving which was exactly my intention. If I could not get away from him, I would rather kill myself.

I looked away, avoiding his gaze. Dante felt awkward being in the middle of this silent fight so he excused himself. Zohan eyed Dante for a moment as he left.

He came to sit beside me. I scooted away further. “Where do you think you will go?” He asked, sarcasm dripping in his voice.

“To hell,” I said looking outside the floor-to-ceili