XIX

P A S T T I M E

. .

What she experienced that night was horrible and she knew she had to struggle to come out of it.

However, it wasn't really easy.

The very morning she wasn't in her room. She was in a different shelter, on a bed owned by someone else. A silk sheet covered her, her fist clutching the cloth over her chest as she was writhing inside.

"No, don't do that," she mumbled with her chapped lips, eyes squeezing shut as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.

The pain inflicted on her skin could vanish in a few days but the pain of betrayal on her heart was going to remain for a bit longer.

She trusted him but he played with her trust, harboring wrong intentions in his heart. With the appearance of a lamb, his desires growled like a wolf. She couldn't believe her eyes couldn't see it until it was out of hand.

It was the same time the door opened and he walked inside, finding her crying with closed eyes and a fainted heart.

She pushed her face into the sheet, her cheeks damp