I was worse than a prisoner here.
Still shaken by what happened in the bathroom, I had to spend the day in my bedroom. I slept through most hours, then played a few games on my phone. It was depressing. Lauren brought up a tray during lunchtime when I lied to her that I wasn't feeling well, and then a medicine package to accompany another tray at dinnertime. I expected Abel to check up on me, but I wasn't bothered when I caught no sight of him. I didn't ask Lauren where he was or what kept him so occupied to have forgotten about demanding silly things from me and humiliating me some more. I didn't care for the most part of it, but when she came up a third time to clear up the dinner tray, I finally worked up the nerve to ask.
"Did Abel go out? Or is he working in his private office? Is he sleeping?"
So many questions... I hated to realize I cared a lot more than necessary.
