I can't say exactly why I was back here again, in Jared's house. In the very house that I was humiliated.
But I was back here, standing in the middle of the living room, waiting for Jared once more.
It's been three hours and there was still no sign of him.
I had told myself to leave, to walk out the damn door and never look back. But what do I do when my legs and my mind seem to be in a disagreement?
My mind yells at me to leave, but my legs stop me from leaving. They wouldn't move.
I rubbed my palms together, my heart beating in tune with the silver wall clock. The living room was silent, the butler nowhere to be found.
My legs were aching, and I felt thirsty. I stared at the couch beside me, my buttocks craving to sit down.
Perhaps I should...
I heard it then, the sound of footst
