The darkness and sadness engulfs me under it. It’s been days since I stepped out from my room. His smile haunts my dreams. I don’t understand his reasons but something hideous ensurfaces when the blood slipped that day. I wanted to question him about so many things that confuses me but now, it doesn't matter.
I remember him taking my father’s name, which means he knows my father and there is a possibility that he was in touch with him. He was there for me that day but the motives left unsung. I am ashamed that I got scared and now I am nervous to head out and face those people who thought I am stronger. Actually, I failed them, I failed me.
Knock on the door distracts my poisonous thoughts and I crawl under the bed to hide from his gaze. I know he will burst at any time because his temp
