Chapter 8:

Chapter 8:

Kayla's pov

I simply dropped my fork as soon as Dante left. Even though my hands were trembling, I was unable to force myself to pick it up. I felt so... diminutive.

My eyes began to well up with tears, but I forced myself not to cry in front of Joe. He didn't have to witness that. He appeared to be unaware of what was going on with me and that I was breaking on the inside as he sat there pressing his phone.

Even after I wiped my eyes, it continued. It never ends.

My husband, Dante, had advised me to avoid him, act as though I didn't know him, and keep out of his way. In name, I'm just his wife. What else should I do, though? How should I feel? He doesn't seem to want me in the same room as him, much less in the same house.

I wanted to scream and smash anything, but I was unable to do so. I was unable to defend myself at all. I was devastated, even though I detested having to admit it. crushed by him. By all means. by this entire fucking marriage.

I pushed my chair aside, got up, and simply began to walk. Walking... aimlessly, as though the motion could make all the suffering go away.

I was carried mindlessly by my feet. I had no intention of returning to my room. No. Not after everything. Tears were streaming down my face as I simply continued to walk.

Even after I wiped them, they continued to come. I had no idea why. I had no desire to cry. All I wanted was to be somewhere other than here. I eventually found myself outside.

I was in the garden. The garden was stunning in a way that was almost surreal and enchanted. Locked away in my room, trying to ignore everything, I hadn't noticed it before. Life was still going on, and the fresh air was like a slap in the face.

I inhaled deeply, allowing the air to fill my lungs, and allowed my eyes to stray. Everything I had been missing was in the garden. I saw a swing, and before I knew it, I was sitting on it, swinging slowly.

I was in need of someone. I needed to hear someone who could restore normalcy to the world. Someone who could distract me from this never-ending cycle.

I took my phone out. Kinsey.

She would know what to say. In the hopes that she would answer, I put the phone to my ear and dialed her number.

"Hey, girl, what's up?" Kinsey's bright, upbeat voice as soon as she answered the phone. It was excessive. The wall I had been working so hard to keep up was broken when I heard her voice—the one person who could make everything feel a little lighter. I was no longer able to contain it.

I started crying. My face was streaming with tears, and the weight of everything made my chest tighten. I was having trouble breathing, and at first I was unable to respond at all. The sound of it broke my heart even more as I sobbed into the phone. "Tell me what's wrong? Did he cause you any harm? Who caused you harm? "Why are you crying so much?" Kinsey spoke in a worried tone, but I couldn't help but cry. They simply continued to arrive.

"I just want to leave this place; I was barely able to choke out." to talk despite the tears. "You have to take action. Take me out of here, please. I simply can't stay here any longer. Kinsey tried to calm me down by saying, "Calm down, calm down, calm down," but I was unable to do so. Not when everything seemed to be crumbling around me. "Talk to me. What's going on?”

I used my sleeve to wipe my face, but it was ineffective. The tears would not go away.”I am unable to remain with him. He absolutely despises me. I am unable to remain with him.I have to go. I have to go now.”

"Wait, wait," Kinsey uttered in a panicked tone. "Calm down. Let's give this some thought. We can come up with a solution.

I experienced a glimmer of hope at that point.Come take me, please, Kinsey. We can still proceed with our escape plan.