Diana’s POV
“Be mine” he said before leaving the house.
I froze in my tracks as I tried to comprehend what he had just said. Every single word that he uttered seemed to be echoing in my mind which had made me restless. I was helpless and I was starting to loathe my existence. I was with him for this long and yet, I couldn’t bring him to talk about the attacks or anything at all.
I tore open the shirt that I was wearing and threw it on the floor as I rushed to the bathroom. The reflection in the mirror was of a run down, tired and helpless girl who was staring back at me. I could see his blood stain on my waist which awoke an urgency in me to clean myself.
I turned on the shower and stood under it, feeling the cold water falling on my head and running down my naked body. The cold wate
