Marianne's POV
That night wasn't scary at all. I would say I wasn't scared that he's going to harm me. What I was afraid of is almost lost my mind and thinks of doing harm to Tyler. It's good that he was able to lock my hands and feet. Because if not, he will die in my hands. I tried my best to control myself. For Trevor.
"So how was your date with Tyler? You didn't even send me a single message that you'll come home late. Good thing that I know you're safe." Aunt Nida said. I didn't tell her what happened. I don't want her to worry anymore. I've been independent and I wish to like that.
"He cooked spaghetti for dinner and had a few movies," I replied. She chuckled. She seemed happy that I have friends. All those years I'm locked in my room looking at the four corners, she's now happy t
