The room once again fell into an awkward silence.
Amanda Smith lowered her head, staring blankly at the pills scattered on the bedsheet before finally letting out a soft sigh.
For a long time, she didn't know what to do with Samuel Johnson; she couldn't even understand his sudden outbursts because there had been so many that she had even attempted to get used to them.
But she realized that she actually couldn't.
The more she gave in, the more he pushed his limits, cornering her until she felt like she was the one being unreasonable.
Who could get used to being treated like dirt?
She had tolerated it for so long, she could hardly bear it anymore.
She didn't dare think about how she got here, or when she was taken to the hospital, whether the Johnson family knew about it, how the doctors had examined her... She didn't dare to think, not that she couldn't, but because she was afraid.
She was afraid she would hate him.
