A week had passed, and my cold shoulder remained glacial.
A part of me wanted to leave that night's events behind, but there was still a fragment that felt I needed to keep this anger alive.
I wanted to yell at Cherry.
So she did her best not to piss me off by cooking breakfast, lunch, and dinner and keeping the house clean.
Quill had noticed the tension between us but had chosen to remain quiet about it. Smart Kid.
I know she had her reasons for that little experiment, but did that justify her treating me like some sort of lab rat?
I was so frustrated with my feelings since I couldn't tell what I wanted to do.
Not to mention my period is this week's special guest, so this inner conflict and the pain in my uterus made me want to rip my hair out and scream.
After, we did our d
