CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

An apology.

That was the easiest shit anyone could ever do especially when you’re wrong. Hurting someone you like and not apologizing, was shooting a poison dart at yourself. Even if I was the one who said the words, I seemed to be the one hurting more.

Reed turned red at the sight of me everything and Connor who had probably overheard everything, took the neutral route. But his piercing gaze put more pressure to the wound I put on myself.

Reed treated me like the hostage I was and even worse. I thought I would feel less shame if I was treated this way but it was worse. Having Reed stare at me with such contempt made me shiver.

I rubbed my feet with my hands to keep them warm from the cold. Locked alone in the basement with only a shirt on was speaking volumes. For hours, I watched the door and listened for movement. The basement was lit by a single bulb and there was only one small window. Nothing interesting was going on outside to capture my attention but it did help me deciphe