Knowing Him

It had been five days since I last saw Nicolas, drunk and mad. My daily routine was the same in these two days; waking up late in the morning, freshening up, having breakfast alone, finding opportunities to escape though it was impossible, attending lunch alone, sleeping, eating dinner alone, and then sleeping again.

A female doctor named Amelie came to check up on me and removed my bandage today. My bruises started to fade away but they were still hurting so Amelie told me to take those pills a few more days.

She warned me not to fight with Nicolas because it was an internal injury. If my head got hurt like this one or two times more, I would be in a coma. She also told me to obey him because my parents were on his hostage and he could harm them anytime he wanted to. I asked her where they were but she didn't answer any of my questions.

Roaming around the house and sleeping hours after hours had become my main job. The maids were pretty mute whenever I asked them about my family a