~CHAPTER 22~
Quickly, finishing up all my tasks, from discarding his clothes to running back to the kitchen to help wash the dishes. My hands move mechanically, exhaustion weighing down on me.
After rushing like a mad dog, I retreated to my room, eager to wash away the day's horrors. The warm bathwater was much needed as it enveloped me, soothing my bruised skin and calming my frazzled nerves.
I hurriedly freshened up before, dressing into the few simple clothes Miss Stella had provided, feeling grateful to her. She was the only person in this oppressive household who showed me kindness. I needed to check on her and crash down in her room for the night.
My eyelids dropped ever so slightly as I trudged towards Miss Stella's room, my legs heavy with fatigue.
Turning through the maze called hallways and towards the stairs, I almost stumbled, sleepwalking. Blinking the sleep out of my eyes, my heart stopped dead.
