Demie Again-pt2
CHAPTER SIXTY
Alexa's POV
I had had enough.
And I had been patient as well.
The air in the house was suffocating. Every breath felt heavy and the walls themselves were beginning to pressdown on me. I was sure I was going insane as well. The sun barely reached the windows, and every night was colder than the last.
And I still had to figure out how the hell to get out of here.
It had been days, and I had been going through the same cycle. Demie walks in, feeds me. I ask questions, but receive no reply. She stayed quiet, avoiding me like I was the plague and as soon as I was done eating, she would disappear, leaving me.
It didn't matter how much I searched the house, she was never there. Over the days, she had brought me a change of clothes, the same ugly mud brown dress that she wore, and some rough clothing that I would use to cover myself in the night to keep away the cold.
It didn't matter if I yelled, or whispered. Whether I begged or cried. Nothing made her yie
