Kay.
It's been three days and I haven't left this room, not even the bed.
All I do is sleep, cry, shower, and repeat. I know I'm behaving weakly, but that's what I'm feeling right now.
Vulnerable.
I haven't eaten anything and I feel the effect. My body lacks strength, but I don't care.
I have nothing to live for anymore.
"Kay, your dad is here." Dean enters his room with the news, and I groan, turning to the other side. I'm being so difficult to him, and I know it's not fair.
"Princess, please," he pulls the blanket from my body, and I groan, tiredly sitting up. I have been wearing his clothes, and I pray that Dad brought me something to change into.
I drag my tired form out of his room and slowly descend the stairs. In the living room, there are my father and two men. Well, and th
