The Devil In Her Room

After I had finished my morning chores, I went to do Lilian's laundry. After that, I went to my room to shower and changed into a flowery blue gown. I felt very tired and weak. My body was still aching and the headache had intensified.

I need to take some medication and have bed rest but I don't have any medication. I sat on the bed and put my hand on my head. I began to rub my forehead as I groaned in pain. Suddenly, I remembered that my brother told me to come to see him for some medication.

I was feeling too sick and weak to go and see my brother. Besides, I didn't want to run into Luther. I have not seen him since I escaped from his room. The best thing was to call my brother on the phone. I picked up my dumbphone from my reading table and dialed his number.

I listened to the phone ring and after a couple of seconds, he answered my call.

"Hello, Whitney, are you done with your morning chores?" Martin asked.

"Yes, I am done."

"Okay. How are you feeling now?" he asked with concer