Chapter 12

KAYLA'S POV

I was lying down on the bed even though I knew that the clock had struck eight o'clock a long while ago, I couldn't bear the pain of waking up. I couldn't even beat the thought of waking up to face the day. That was what Marcus Turner had done to me, he had succeeded in making me a wreck, a shadow of my former self.

I rolled on the bed, stifling a groan. I had been crying for days till the tears refused to flow any more, and I had to gradually come to the realization that I was done crying, that I had no more tears left in me.

Trisha had been a good friend so far, from accommodating me to making sure I ate even when I said I wasn't hungry, I wondered what I would've done without her.

I could hear her movements in the kitchen, the frying and the beautiful aroma of the bacon and scrambled eggs that filtered into the bedroom. What Trisha lacked in physical beauty, she made up through her cooking and the inner beauty she possessed. She was very kind, and at such a low moment