Chapter 10

-POV Karen Miller

I look at my reflection in the mirror and remember something I shouldn't. The day Alaric, my father, threw my mother over a large mirror. He closes his eyes and holds back the urge to cry. I try to shake off these memories, I take out my lipstick and touch up my lips. I look at my body and the neckline is a little big, but I'll leave it like that. That idiot won't control me, he barely knows me. The slit on my leg is a little bit at the opening.

I left the bathroom and looked for Bete who wasn't out here, I don't remember the route we took. Damn it. I look around, and I see the stairs I will take, of course, since elevators scare me.

“Who are you looking for?” I'm startled by a hoarse voice, which isn't strange to me. I know perfectly well who it is.

"It doesn't matter!" I respond.

“Karen, don’t play with me!” warn.

“I’m not, Anthony,” I say.

I startle again when he pushes me back and takes me into the bathroom. He holds my arm tightly, which hurts, I tell him to let