Zenia's POV
"Does it look like I'm joking?" His voice asked before I heard the *Gun Shot*.
I flew out of my sleep with traces of sweat forming on my forehead.
Ever since I arrived back home, I had been having terrible nightmares every night about what I've been put through when I was in England.
I got out of bed, fearing that I'll have another nightmare if I tried to go back to sleep. I walked towards the kitchen to get myself a glass of water.
I poured myself a glass and looked up at the wall clock. It was 3:30 am. Finishing my glass of water, I rinsed my cup out and went back to the bedroom where I stayed awake for the remainder of the early hours of the morning.
At daylight, I took a shower and got dressed into a comfortable dress. I brushed my hair back and applied my makeup. I stared at the rings on my fingers. The promise ring and the engagement ring.