I hate him.

That was why he bought me. My eyes were filled with tears and my chest felt like someone was squeezing them. A tear dropped but I whipped them off quickly.

The door creaked and then he was standing before me, a slight smirk on his face.

“You have work to do and you would be under —”

“I'm not doing anything. Just let me go over to my aunt's.” I begged. “Please.”

He looked at me and didn't say anything for a while.

“You didn't leave when I asked you ...