Chapter Thirteen
A few seconds feel like an hour being in here, let alone the hours that have probably passed have felt like days. I've been miserable in here. My body in pain. I am barely able to move. I've just been leaning against the cold wall and the cold floor making my butt hurt is making it even worse for me. I really do not know how Brock could have the heart to do this to me.
Does our little friendship that I thought we had when we were younger not mean anything to him at all? Do I mean absolutely s**t to him? Does he hate me as much? I mean, I always knew that he hated me. It was very clear for some years, and especially for some few months since his birthday, since he found out that I am his mate. I never knew that being someone's mate could come with such a curse.
This was
