chapter sixty eight

I want to die.

This part of my life isn't something I'm willing to walk through once more and as I stared at my therapist seated looking at me expectant, I relent and let out a tired sigh. We had been meeting since the kidnapping, my parents death and everything that had happened to me within the course of last year. Pulling at the sleeves of my jersey, I looked up at her as a tear escaped me for reliving what happened to me hurt and what hurt more is that, the man had the same striking features as the man I love but choose to not be with.

"Thea, you can trust me," Ashley Baker, my therapist said, waiting for me to narrate the story of my brokenness.

Taking in a deep breath, I opened my mouth and traveled back to that day I woke up next to the demon that raised my husband.

"....... I was so confused. I-i didn't know what was it I was to do. He then started feeding me lies of our life together and how I got married to him. For about a week I believed him and he kept our relationship re