Bab 73: A non-present father...

Lyla

In no time, we were tucked in bed. I held onto him, rubbing his back slowly, hoping he would go back to sleep but the awkwardness had returned. He was bigger than me and by right, he was supposed to be the one, holding me.

"The nightmares started in the third year!" he said, suddenly breaking the silence. "He was getting tired of coming every day and torturing me with all sorts of things and then getting disappointed that I wouldn't talk."

He paused and sighed before continuing. "He decided to mess with my head. Wanted to hypnotize me into confessing the address but my will was too strong to break. I didn't tell him anything."

We fell silent again, with only the sound of our breathing filling the room. I wanted to ask a lot of questions. I wanted to know why Ramsey had been looking for me… did he care? Was it his obsession to turn me into his mistress and sex toy?