Her pillow was soaked through from crying throughout the night. It’d been a storm of tears for the last three days after what happened at the branding. Kazmiyah was full of guilt and confusion-unable to pinpoint exactly which one outweighed the other.
She had succeeded in making the day that should have been happier than any day before, one of the worst in her life.
‘Your mind is sick if you thought the day would be happy in the first place. You were being branded as their property!’ The voice practically screamed in Kazmiyah’s head as she laid there on her pillow.
“Yeah, well it’s not like I did not agree to it,” Kazmiyah admitted.
‘Right. Anything to be a part of the family that kept you locked away for over fourteen years.’
“Sometimes, I wish you’d just stop talking.” Kazmiyah h
