Exactly two weeks after the accident, Zacharias decided that I was more important than his work. I decided that his apparent growing attachment towards me only increased my deep hatred towards him.
It felt weird, because for one of the first times I woke up on my own terms. Every morning, I was forced to wake up early; earlier than I fancied. It wasn’t so much as waking up early that had aggravated me, it was knowing I would have to lallygag around for the whole day until he came home.
I’d be lying if I said it didn’t trigger a dependence on him, because it did. I had given up trying to break free, and I didn’t try to brew up plans to run, because I knew they’d all be in vain. I had to take a different approach. I didn’t try to hide the fact that I depended on him, but I also didn’t hide
