A secluded life

ALINA

I pondorously walked down the stairs and towards the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Ever since Dante kissed me so roughly yesterday night, we hadn't spoken again which I was honestly grateful for.

My night was terrible. I had series of dreams in which Dante tried to force himself on me. I would always wake up with a fright whilst screaming out my lungs.

Only heavens knew what Dante had against me that even in my sleep he tormented me.

I pushed the double doors of the kitchen apart and checked the cupboards.

We were running low on groceries and diary products.

I guess I'll need to ask Dante to take me to the supermarket.

I hadn't spoken a word to him through out the day.

He stayed home which got me a tad uncomfortable at first but our silence and distance was refreshing to the core.

The only time I saw him was when I brought breakfast and lunch to his study room. And I didn't say a word. I just dropped it and left whilst he continued on whatever he was doing.

Now I'l