~ARTHUR~
Father had locked Gabriella and me in separate rooms, and I had no idea if she was okay or not. I stand up the moment I hear footsteps, and I already know that it is my father even before I see him.
He shuts the door behind him and hands me a tray of food.
"You have to eat, son."
I stare at the food and clench my jaw. Did he expect me to eat under these conditions? He was treating me like a f*****g prisoner!
"I want to see her." I snap, curling my fist into a ball.
"Eat first." He insists.
Eat? I couldn't think about food when I had no idea how Gabriella or my baby was going. I knew that I couldn't trust my father at all anymore. He could be in here acting like everything was okay after disposing of her body. Anything was possible with him; he didn't care about me, he didn'
