"Why didn't you tell me the truth?"
Standing like a ghost in a flashback, I saw myself in a bedroom facing the door with my forehead pressed against the wood. I was banging the portal with my clenched fists, venting out my frustration with the poor inanimate object instead of the man who stood on the other side.
Ruen. Yes. Him.
He looked lost; his mouth in a thin line and his jaw tense. His palm was pressed against the door, trying to push it, but without success.
"Please calm down Lianne," he said with genuine concern.
I saw myself inhale deeply, my cleavage almost popping out of my corset.
"For all this time, I was suffering in this place. I feel myself restrained in my every move, and the fact that every day of my life I am drowned by the loathing and hatred I feel towards that ma
