SEVENTEEN

Slade did not come to bed that night, and I did not catch any sleep either. They hated me. The look in their eyes said it all, and Slade glared at me like he was going to tear me apart, there was nothing but hatred in his eyes. The night was extremely long, and I reminisced on all that had changed in just a couple of days. I cried till I didn’t have any more tears left in my tear glands and I wish I’d not been too gullible to Sapphire’s tricks.

She set me up, and I fell right into her trap. I wasn’t comfortable in that dress, but she made me believe Slade adored the color. He’d looked ready to send me to my early grave with the way his lips tightened when he saw me. It clearly wasn’t the fact that the dress was too exposed, it was the color.

At early dawn, my eyes started to drift close, but I flung them open when I felt panic in my guts. Mere seconds later, the door swung violently open as he makes his way in, closing it with the same force he’d used to open it. I