Elena’s POV:
The cold hit me like a slap.
I gasped, my body jolting awake as icy water drenched my skin, seeping through my clothes and chilling me to the bone. My fingers curled around the soaked sheets, I breathed so hard that I could feel my ribcage expand.
Then I saw him.
My father loomed over me, his glare burning with irritation. His grip tightened around the empty bucket as if daring me to react.
"Good morning, Dad," I muttered, my voice hoarse as I wiped water from my eyes. I didn't know when I slept off, the last I could remember was snuggling my pillow.
His nostrils flared. "Why the hell are you still in bed at this hour?"
Confusion clouded my mind. I was under house arrest. What did it matter if I slept a little longer? But before I could ask, he shoved a piece
