Meredith sat on her bed hugging her knees to her chest. She had no idea how she was going to face Atlas today. A crushing wave of despair drowned her while she bit down her tears of shame.
Her mind kept playing the scenes when Atlas had been jealous and possessive at the club. The first time he called her Angel, the first time he pressed a kiss on her forehead and how he had treated her when she had her period.
Her chest tightened---it hurts so much and the crazy thing was she didn't even know why. It would feel so much better to have a physical injury than suffer from this inhuman emotional torture where she had no idea why she was feeling like this.
Did you think he was going to take you seriously? You were just had experiment and now he is bored. 'Sweet, trusting Elizabeth you still haven't learnt anything from your past.'
A taunting voice in her head sang.
