The next week was like any other normal n
week for Pandora, only worse. Eight days had passed since the incident with Ethan, this was exactly the sixth day since the last time she slept on a bed. The other two days were the two days she had spent at Ethan's place, following Matt's order for her not to return home. Braxton had moved her belongings to his father's old library and banned her from coming into his room except when she was summoned by him, something he found profound pleasure in doing.
With Braxton, life back at the house was hell. Even Matt was no more showing her his usual sympathy. Matter of fact, anything Braxton ordered to happen, the former would concur without resistance. The way her life was going had her regret ever waving at Braxton from that rolled-down window... Oh, why did her mind just have to drift to that moment?
