Chapter 16
He went into my room. He dismissed Eliza and sat down on the bed beside me. I kept quiet and never once did I look at him. Tears soaked my cheeks and made my eyes fluffy.
“Prey,” he called. I bit my lower lip to stop it from trembling. Tears were, again, threatening to fall from my eyes. “Prey, I am talking to you. Do not be rude and face me.”
“W-What do you want?” I sniffed.
“What do I want? Look at me.”
“No.”
He sighed. “I know you're mad at me but at least, stop crying. The doctor told me you've been sick because of stress—”
“Why do you c-care? You want me to die, as far as I remember. You s-should not care about my well-being," I said through gritted teeth. “If you really care about me, why are you purposely hurting me, t-then?”
“I did not hurt you.”
“Physically, y
