Damian made me stay in bed for two days against my will. I was only allowed to read a book or two a day and after that, I was to return to bed to sleep or sit to eat. Though I did that for only two days it felt like forever.
I kept telling Damian that I was fine. That I don't have a problem lifting my hand or using it. But he kept saying the hand hasn't healed up yet. And I can't leave the room or do anything until he was sure the hand has healed up completely.
"How long will it take for the hand to heal up?"
I had asked him but he wouldn't say.
At first, I had thought he was being nice and caring to me. I thought he was beginning to like me too. That the feeling might be mutual. But I was wrong.
I realized he wanted me in bed to stop me from going to work. To stop me from being clos
