I kept asking myself over and over again, but I still couldn't find the answer.
After debating for nights I finally resolved to go see my mother, not because I wanted seeing her face but because I feel I have the right to know why she hates me so much.
Last night I tried convincing Zayn that I wanted to visit my mother in her dungeon, I just hope he approves of me going because judging from how he quickly brushed my request with a kiss, he might not let me go.
“Miss Kacie, are you in there?" A soft feminine voice interrupted my thoughts.
I turned my head towards the door.
“Yes. Come in." I said and straightened myself on the bed covering myself properly.
The door pushed open and a maid walked in with food in her hands.
At the sight of the maid I knew already that Zayn wasn't at home. Whenever he's around, there's no excuse I will bring up that will let him allow me eat upstairs. Except if maybe I was exhausted from having a round of sex with him.
“Your breakfast ma. It's way past elev
