Chapter 7: History

Juliet

              I gaze around the sterile room as I swing my legs back and forth on the examination table. Over the last four hours, I’ve been prodded, poked, and questioned about everything. At this point, I just want to go home, but my dad’s people won't let me. I freaking hate this place so much.

              “Your father says that you’re not getting much sleep and that you’re taking up wandering around the house at night. Why do you think that is, Juliet?” Dr. Harold Parker asks as he runs a wand across my chest.

              All I can think, though, is that I’m fucked. Obviously, my dad has been keeping a closer eye on me than I assumed. The fact that he knows I’ve been up to is alarming.