The maid turned and looked at me,
“ Because you are part of us now.” She replied as she hang the dusted other paintings that lay on the ground, we jazzed some more then Dave showed up, afraid, angry, raging. He walked straight to me, held my hand tightly that it hurt while pulling me
“Why did you leave the bedroom without telling me,” he turned and grumbled, his eyes dark yet worried, his voice cold and demanding.
“ Let go of me, your hurting me.” I whimpered as he pulled me back to the house, he had changed,his protection was hurting me, I feared this version of me. He pulled me to the bedroom, locked the door behind him and tossed me into the bed.
I clang to the sheets, crawled to the corner of the bed and curled up, I was a afraid of him, he noticed
“Elena, am so sorry , I just c
