Chapter Twelve

I huffed and made my way to the bathroom, hoping the cold water could calm me down and pull me out of this misery for a short period.

I was so engrossed in pain that I didn't spare a second glance to admire the magnificent interior of the bathroom.

I paused in front of the sink and glanced at the wall mirror before turning on the tap. Interrupting the running water, I leaned forward and splashed the water on my face, allowing the mixture of water and tears to trickle down. My eyes closed as I imagined my pain coursing off me, knowing it was only temporary.

"It's going to be fine," I tried to assure myself the best way I could, but deep down, I knew it would only get worse. How could it be okay?

"How is it going to be okay; Just how?" I hummed in response as I slowly stepped under the shower and started crying profusely. I'm scared of him, scared of this unknown fate that befalls me. I shouldn't have agreed with Layla to sneak out that night. If I hadn't listened to her and gotten myse