Chapter thirteen

"He's unbelievable!" Mona grumbled, pacing inside the closet and rubbing herself with a towel.

"Suicide?" Scoffing, she asked. "Why would I want to end my life? Even if I pass away early, I must murder him before I do. I will take him with me."

When she finished drying her hair and realized she had nothing to wear, she put on one of his shirts, which swallowed her entirely and resembled a short, baggy robe on her body.

She looked at herself in the mirror with a pout and tousled hair as her golden eyes twinkled. "At times like this, all I want to do is return home. But I can't return without his head." She mumbled, resting her hands on her waist.

"Why do I look so tiny in his shirt?" She had to ask and started squinting her eyes at her reflection as if she couldn't see clearly.

"Now I'm hungry." She complained, placing her palms to her tummy.

"Should I ask him first?" She sighed in annoyance.

She carefully turned her attention to the door, dragged her feet slowly in its direction, and