Kyle
I felt frail, couldn't understand why I was the one being treated like a lowlife Ingrate, j couldn't understand why Eaton hated me so much.
“This is the end of the road for me, I can't continue with this” I stuttered as I groaned in pains standing up to my feet. I walked downstairs slowly, I picked a mopper and a bucket and cleaned off the mess he made, I made his food as he ordered, served it on the table.
I changed the bedsheets, and walked into the bathroom, where I was sobbing for half an hour before I heard footsteps in the room. Not only that, but I was scared, I hated myself for not locking the front door.
Kyle!” this voice seemed a bit tensed.
“Darling, is that you?” I inquired, hating the fact that I even called him darling. Pretending that I was married to him, I just
