SOFIA
I didn’t go looking for Dante. Matter of fact, I hoped I didn’t even have to see him because I couldn’t stand the sight of him. That’s how much he annoyed me.
And I hated the fact that he was averse to people actually standing their ground around him and not cowering in fear. I wasn’t one of the bandwagon of people who shook with fear when he spoke. I think that actually I challenged him and he knew that. And believe it or not, he was also doing his best staying away from me and I liked it that way. I was a prisoner here after all. I could move around yes but I was still a prisoner regardless .
But after the last few days, it was getting harder to ignore how everything in the house seemed to orbit around him. Not just the rules. The people. The timing. The way decisions were made
