Evelyn's POV
I stir. Freeze. Blanket on. Blanket off. Open windows for air. Stir a little more on bed. Close the windows because the air is tad bit chillier than it should be. Stir once again on bed.
Almost 50 different sleeping positions later, I finally sleep. Because my chest was irritating me. It is pricking me I wonder if he is getting aid to it.
Whatever. Sleep seems more important to me than he is right now. He called me a b***h. And it is only fair for me to show him what a b***h does.
It only feels like a minute when I open my eyes because of loud noises. I look out through the window to see the sun is shining bright. For a moment I forget about everything but then my eyes go wide.
I hear my father yelling at someone. Might be the guards because he doesn't yell at pack me
