Chapter 8

I was lying on Hardy's king sized bed watching my life fall behind me.

His room had become mine, which was more like a prison than a room, I wasn't allowed to go outside the room myself.

I never had a reason to, and even when I once decided I would like to see the sun and feel the wind on my skin, I had more than four entourages, including Theodore, they all stayed glued to me like I was going to fly if they glanced elsewhere.

Well I did plan for my big fly, but they never glanced elsewhere at the same time.

I won't blame them, they were just doing their job. And I was doing somebody else's job.

How sad.

And after that day, I never requested to go outside again, all I did was eat and sleep in such a room. I got so sick of everything at one point, I tore down the gorgeous gigantic portrait of Hardy, crushed everything into almost crumbs, waiting for his worst.

He did see the mess I created, but said nothing, he ended up ignoring me just like always, and I almos