The next day
GRAVES VILLA
9:56 a.m.
"Are you planning to wake up someday?"
I open my eyes with difficulty and immediately shut them again because of the daylight. Then I reopen them, remembering where I am.
I run my hand over my face. I can still feel the multiple injuries.
I look over at Alexander—his face is close to mine. He’s standing, dressed in a black suit.
His face is glowing and his eyes are sparkling.
He’s handsome, the bastard.
"What time is it?"
"Ten o’clock."
I get up, tossing the blanket off me. I look at my clothes on the dresser-they look like rags.
"You’re going to wear those again?"
"It’s all I have to wear."
"Erika can lend you something."
So that my father starts questioning the night I just spent? No thanks. I’d rather wear my filthy clothes.
Alexander
