For hours, I lay awake on the bed. Waiting. Hoping. Even praying that he'll come back. Like he did last night. But it seems this night I really vexed him. He's not returning. And a bed has never felt more chilling than it does tonight.
But then he walks in, "You're seriously a stuck-up bitch." He's suddenly saying to me.
"What?"
"You heard me. I can have any woman I want. Just because I want you doesn't make you special. And you know what, I'm tired of your nonsense. I'll have your friend instead!" He hisses.
"No!" I scream out and I'm suddenly standing on the stage in the circus. A number tag around my neck, with Skye beside me. But she doesn't have a number tag around her neck. She doesn't look dirty like I do. She's in a forest green ball gown. And her hair is nicely done.
"Kiva, how are you? I want you to meet someone." She's saying happily. She stretches her hand and from nowhere, another hand covers hers. And I'll recognize this hand any day.
