A Psychopath

Chapter Ten

A Psychopath

Eliza's POV

Minutes later, I stepped out of the room, dressed in the same clothes I put off.

I wore a faded black shirt and a pair of jeans, on my feet was a pair of black sneakers, I had nothing more to wear.

He gazed at me as usual when I stepped out, "This suits you better," he stated, "Having a piece of shit like you in an expensive dress like that is an insult," he added and turned to the door, "Pick that and let's go."

I smiled faintly, I knew that not everyone would treat me that way. Someday, just someday, I would find someone to treat me right.

I followed right behind him after picking up his suit jacket and laptop.

He stopped suddenly and turned back to me, "Let me have that," he pointed to his suit jacket and I handed it over to him, "I don't want you have you stain my jacket, it's expensive than you think," he added and stormed out of the house.

I was forced to look at myself again, was I so dirty like he says? was I really dirty?

I don't smell, I w