Claudia
I wanted to ask him last night about this surprise, but I was too tired to draw up words from inside me.
I had always been the one there, doing the things I could for him. It was his weakness, I was used to. I wasn't used to this possessive man, that claimed me at every chance he got. I was new to this side of him, and I couldn't say I hated it. I gulped, thinking of all the times I had been met with possessive men. My father was one, I hated it because he was a cruel man. He lived his other daughters more than me because I was the daughter of a woman whom he had taken in as a slave.
Then here, I was comfortable, but then not so much.
Everyone seemed to know a lot more than I do, couldn't help but feel worthless.
