"I'm fine"
I sighed, frustrated by his annoying behavior. It often arrived, in titbits whenever he tried to be like a dog. This was the tenth time I had asked for an explanation and he had put me off with the same three words,
"I'm fine"
I gagged at him and stormed off to the kitchen, The food was ready, made hot and lukewarm but I made sure that I didn't eat with them. He noticed, and I threw him a glare. Poor Frankie, he sensed it but had to keep quiet considering how our friendship wasn't so open in front of Master.
Then I proceeded to his office room to iron his morning office uniform.
"I can't do this anymore"
"I need revenge..."
The words played in my head.
Of course, there was something.
But he failed to tell me. Like the many times he had tried to keep things from me, thi
