Camilla
That smell...that smell that I've grown to hate, that smell that I've grown to despise. The smell of antiseptics. It reminded me of those times that I used to end up in the hospital as a result of Christopher's anger. It reminded me of those times that the doctors will tell me that I've lost yet another baby, those times that I use to plead with them to help me leave the hospital without my parents and Christopher finding out, those times when all my pleas were ignored.
I opened my eyes, hoping that my day will at least start with something good, but the first thing I laid my eyes on is that bastard, the reason for my new terror.
Sitting uncomfortably on the sofa with his head rest on the bed, he slept, obvious of the pair of eyes watching him. I wonder if his men are standing
