I wasn't sure how long I laid there crying, wishing for my old life back. It felt like hours, but it could've been because pain seems to be everlasting. What I did know is that I've officially cried myself dry, rethinking back on everything that made me cry did not have the same effect on me.
As if on cue, the door reopened and I didn't need to turn to feel his masculine presence wash over me. What the hell does he want now?
"Get up," he demanded, shuffling was heard yet frustration swirled inside me. Does he seriously have no compassion? I've never met someone so heartless...
"I'm not asking!" His impatience seeped through and I flinched at his raising voice, feeling him grab my shoulder and violently force me on my back. A small, fearful cry vibrated my throat as my body shook underne
