Elena
Sniffling, I wipe my nose on the back of my sleeve; the tears haven’t stopped since he killed her, and my teeth chatter from the shock. My shaking is uncontrollable. Jake has allowed me to keep my clothes for once. Not that I care about anything right now. I have known Alisha all my life; she has always been a permanent fixture. Lexa has done nothing but wail in my head, in her grief. And I just want it to end, wishing he would just kill me and get it over with.
After he killed her, Jake led me upstairs. My ass and back burn furiously from his belt as I sit in the chair at the dining table. He spent a good hour fixing the door I broke the locks off of, and he is now cooking me lunch. I am not hungry. Jake sets the plate down on the table in front of me. His entire demeanor has ch
