GLENDA'S POV
I slammed the door hard and sat on the floor beside the bed dejectedly. Hugging and rocking myself, I cried bitterly. The pain in my chest was excruciating.
Maurice's words echo in my head. 'A means to an end.' That was all I was to him. That's all I'll ever be.
I didn't know if I could take solace in the fact that he at least found me useful to him or the fact that he saw me as only an object to be used.
As I drowned in my sorrow and pain, I heard the soft knock on the door accompanied with Nana's small voice.
"Glenda." She called. Sincere concern bathed her voice.
I peeled my eyes to the closed door. I would have loved to remain locked up in this room. Locked in here forever, away from everyone until life would slip away from me.
"Glenda open the door, please dear."
