Alexia
Just then, the nurse walked in with a tray with some soup and what looked like jelly. Carter took it, and started to feed me the soup. “I can feed myself, you know, nothing is wrong with my hands,” I said. He chuckled, but still continued to hold the spoon to my lips. “Let me take care of you please. Just open that pretty little mouth of yours, and eat.” He says with a smile. I however, flinched and froze.
Another memory, f**k not now… “Open that pretty little mouth of yours, you dirty little w***e” that voice that gives me chills said. I closed my eyes and tried to shake the memory. I opened my eyes, and Carter was eyeing me worriedly. “Are you okay? Did I do or say something wrong? Should I get the doctor?” Carter asked in a worried tone.
“No, I’m fine. Just a wave of nausea,
