Sya's POV:

I quietly opened the door to prevent it from making any noise. You know, in case I got lucky and John didn't realize I wasn't in the house all this time and went straight to his room. I silently closed the door behind me and looked around. The house was bathed in darkness and that gave my heart a strong negative vibe. Why is it so dark and unusually quiet?

I took another hesitant step forward and was now in the living room. Suddenly, as if on cue, all the lights flickered on. And there was John, sitting on the couch with an evil smirk plastered on his hideous face. I felt fear grip me. Grip me so tightly and in place. I hated it. Hated standing in front of him like I was the criminal. Like I was punishable for merely existing.

"Looks like someone is late!" He sang in a low voice, the evil smirk still pasted to his face. He slowly pushed himself out of the couch and stood up

Sya's POV:

I was lying in my bed to get a 'good night's sleep' as quoted by Kane. The thought of his handsome face brought a smile to my face.

The way he cares about me, the way he smiles, his cute acts that make my heart go on a crazy frenzy, and his gorgeous eyes always luring me into their depth. Whenever I'm with him how I forget every pain of my life is really amazing. I never thought that someone would actually make me feel so special.

However, does he really feel special about me? Or is this only me reading too much into things because no person has ever treated me so nicely? Even in school, everyone would freak out as soon as they'd see me. No guy has ever treated me nicely. Oh, come on Sya! Treated?! No guy has ever even talked to you!

Ouch! Well, that hurt! I mentally rolled my eyes. But now, when someone is treating me nicely that doesn't mean he likes me. Yeah, right! He 

Sya's POV:

It'd been a week and everything was going according to what I'd expected. I asked Helena if I could work at the cafe and guess what? She said yes! A bloody yes! I would have been surprised if I didn't already know what she and her dick of a son are planning to do to me.

Anyways, at least I could spend a good time before dying.

Honestly! I don't want to live either. I have nothing to cherish in my life. I have no family and who would be stupid enough to accept a weirdo like me. I'm broken, with so much emotional baggage. So, I'll pretend to be a little optimistic. I'm pretty good at being pretentious, anyways.

I had been working at the cafe after college. Helena said I could work there but I had to be back home before John came back since telling him was definitely not a great idea. It was doing way better than I'd thought. Maybe, they're letting me enjoy a little before th

Sya's POV:

I quietly opened the door to prevent it from making any noise. You know, in case I got lucky and John didn't realize I wasn't in the house all this time and went straight to his room. I silently closed the door behind me and looked around. The house was bathed in darkness and that gave my heart a strong negative vibe. Why is it so dark and unusually quiet?

I took another hesitant step forward and was now in the living room. Suddenly, as if on cue, all the lights flickered on. And there was John, sitting on the couch with an evil smirk plastered on his hideous face. I felt fear grip me. Grip me so tightly and in place. I hated it. Hated standing in front of him like I was the criminal. Like I was punishable for merely existing.

"Looks like someone is late!" He sang in a low voice, the evil smirk still pasted to his face. He slowly pushed himself out of the couch and stood up, walking towards me. Fear flashed through my body and my hands began to tremble as I took fearful s

Chapter-8: Care