Raya's POV
I hated how easily sleep found me. Im guessing because of his stupid scent that lingered throughout the room. I woke up at some point in the night. I pretended to be asleep even though it was completely pointless. He knew i wasn't sleeping by my breathing, just like I knew he wasn't. I just appreciated that he didn't try to talk to me. I wasn't in the mood, and honestly, it was pointless for him to even try.
I waited to get up until the first beams of sunlight made its way through the window. I sat up and streched out. As i stood, Charles voice boomed throughout the room. "Where do you think you are going?"
I rolled my eyes. He's such a f*****g prick. "To the bathroom. I am allowed to empty my blatter, aren't I?" I said it in the most sarcastic voice i could. i wasn't actin
