Ella.
I find myself in the centre of Jessica's hospital room, feeling the weight of Elijah's angry gaze upon me, his eyes brimming with irritation.
"Ella, tell me exactly what he said," he warns me, his irritation reaching its peak.
I stand in silence, replaying the encounter in my mind. The memory of his touch on my stomach and his wet lick on my neck floods my thoughts, causing my mouth to water uncontrollably and a wave of nausea to follow closely behind.
Holding my finger up, I signal one minute to him, then swiftly spin around and open the door to my left. As soon as I reach the toilet, the vomit forcefully expels from my body.
Oh god, why didn't I put up a stronger fight? Maybe it was because I was holding two drinks in my hands, but then again, I could have dropped them. I shou
