11. KAYLA
Killian had always been the cause of my pain. . .
I stared at the front door with more hate. My hate for Killian was growing the longer I stayed in the cage. Killian had locked me up like I was an animal. He had kept me away like I had no feelings. He had gone beyond disrespecting me. He had crossed every line with me.
I wished that he would just die!
More tears streamed down my face and I wiped them away angrily. This was no time to be weak. I picked up the shirt he had thrown at me and put it on. It was my first step at standing strong.
I got to my feet and wiped away the remainder of my tears with the ragged and outworn t-shirt. Then I exhaled sharply. An involuntary shiver ran down my spine and I shrugged it away.
Then I began to scan the room. The walls were very hig
