~Rosette~
The next day, living in the Ravencroft Estate couldn’t have been any different. Same smell. Same energy. Same hell.
It lingered in the air like something rotten beneath polished marble and expensive perfumes. Like there were secrets soaked in the walls. Secrets no one here is willing to tell me or even speak of.
My eyes opened slowly, and the ceiling stared back at me. High. White. An unfamiliar way of reminding me that this place might never be home and will never be.
Never.
I felt my head throbbed. Not sharp. Not unbearable. Just enough to make me aware. To remind me of last night. To remind me of him.
The way he spoke to me like I meant nothing. Like a worthless omega that would never amount to anything. Like I should be grateful he dragged my sorry ass out of poverty.
