It was day four of my recovery and I was so relieved to be going to my apartment. Carlos had given me one of his shirts to wear since mine had blood stains all over it. He had washed my white jeans that were now stained from the dirt and crap that was on that cellar floor I was confined in. I pulled them up and fastened the button. Throwing the shirt over my head and pulling my arms in, I called out to Blake who was standing outside my door.
“What’s up Maria?” He said casually, entering the room.
“Is Carlos around?” I asked him and he nodded.
“I’ll go and get him”. Blake walked back out of the room to go and find Carlos. I tied up the laces of my trainers and stood to my feet. f**k, my side is killing me. I can’t let him see how much pain that I’m in because I know for a fact he won’t
