Chapter twenty five

"You're staying in there till you get back into your senses. I just wonder what the hell is wrong with you. This isn't my Kira." Charles yelled from the other side of the locked door. 

"Charles let me out!" I screamed again. 

This time he didn't reply. 

I turned around, and with my back placed on the door, I slid to the ground and buried my fave in my knees. 

Why does everything turn sour in my life? Why is my case always going against my favour? 

Even with my face buried in my knees, I could still hear the sound of shoes against the tiled floor as Charles makes his way to the living room. 

This was no time to cry. I have to get my game up. 

I got up and cleaned myself in the bathroom before landing on my now permanent bed. 

I can't trust anyone anymore. My parents are murderers, my sister is a maniac and now the man for whom I was turned a last minute bride for is going ins