John pov..
I sat on my bed, feeling lost and worried. Lydia was still missing, and I had no idea where to start looking for her.
With each passing minute, frustration gnawed at me. She knew deep down that I was the only one who truly cared for her, so why did she have to act so foolishly?
In my anger, I impulsively grabbed a nearby picture frame and clenched it tightly, my frustration boiling inside.
Suddenly, the door to my room swung open, and Lisa entered. Looking at her, I couldn't help but feel repulsed. Her appearance was more like a beast than a person, an ugly one at that.
Whenever I saw her, anger welled up inside me, and I longed to make her disappear.
She slowly approached me, fear evident in her trembling body and lowered head. I couldn't help but smirk to myself as I wat
