Todos los capítulos de The Hating Games : Capítulo 11

The morning sunlight slipped through the gaps in the curtains, stabbing my eyes with its bright rays. The weather outside was so clear and blue, as if the sky were mocking me. Everything had returned to normal, as if last night's storm and the hell that had taken half of my soul had never happened. I slowly opened my eyes. My entire body felt shattered. The bruises on my arm throbbed painfully, and my jaw was stiff from Papa's grip last night. I was still wearing the same nightgown, now dried with hardened mud stains from Black Cliff on its silk fabric. Reality struck me again, bringing a feeling of emptiness so cold that it pierced my bones. "He's gone," I whispered into the silence of the room. "Enzo is gone. He's now at the bottom of that dark ocean." Suddenly, a sharp smell of smoke stung my nostrils. It wasn't the smell of firewood from the fireplace. This smell was different. There was the scent of burning fabric, charred skin, and a faint hint of perfume. The aroma of cedarw