Chapter Fifty Five
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The only thing I'm thinking about is that moment when that knife just went straight through my skin and into me and it just keeps replaying on my mind on repeat, on repeat, on repeat, and it just feels like it's something I really can't control.
I keep feeling the sensations again, reliving the moment again, just seeing that look in Richard's eyes as he smiled while doing it.
Like, how could a person be that evil? Evil enough to cost me so much harm even for absolutely no good reason. I mean, I was not the one that was on his bad side. I was innocent in all of this. All of it. And he wanted my mother. He is the one that felt like he had to get my mother through me and that was wrong of him to feel and even ruthlessly evil of him to execute
