AWKWARD. There was nothing inside that house but pure thick awkwardness the next morning. Being locked inside a house with a monster wasn't fun. More so, sitting with that monster while trying to dodge his stares.
"You have to eat, Kimberly..."
"Stop acting nice to me, bipolar."
Kimberly ignored the sound of Jace's spoon hitting his plate when it slipped his hand. She heard him heavily sigh, but then she was too frozen to even acknowledged that. She had made up her mind. She wanted out—both of that place and the marriage contract she signed with him.
"I already said sorry, right?"
"And I made it clear too that I don't want to forgive you."
Jace didn't say more and reclined to his chair. One moment and his hand was already back inside his pocket, pulling out a cigarette from it. T
