IRENE'S POV
I sat there.
On the floor.
In the closet.
Thinking about everything.
"His hands are filled with thousands of innocent blood."
"He burnt down a whole club with about ten people dead in it, almost two weeks ago now."
"Can we stop talking about monsters and talk about actual human beings?"
I chuckle weakly. My life.
I have to confirm it from him. I just want him to admit it to me. My tears were all sliding painfully down my cheeks as I let out a sob.
???
Six hours later. I didn't leave my position. I sat down there. Waiting for him to meet me in here.
Few minutes later, I heard him. His voice.
"Baby!! Irene!! Sweetheart?!! Irene!!" I heard his voice closer. He has entered the room. "Irene!!" His voice was a bit distance again then I heard the bathroom door shutting lo
