CLARA
I woke up the next morning feeling gingered to go see my father, even if I had not gotten a clear response or rather no response at all from Roberto I don’t think he would hold me back from seeing my father after all he owes me for treating my father like a common prisoner.
My tummy grumbled and I felt a slight bit of a headache, I had totally forgotten about having breakfast. The only thing that has been on my mind was to go see my father, the sudden thought of me seeing him in chains irked me.
“You are up” Roberto walked into the room, disrupting my thoughts. He had with him a tray containing my breakfast in his hand, he dropped it on the dresser table and then stood behind me gently grabbing my waist.
“You didn’t have to, for real…” he held on to his chest dramatically making
