The Promise

Phoebe lay slumped on the floor, her wedding gown now resembled a dirty, tattered mess. It had been two days since she had eaten anything, and she was in her worst state. Her face was gaunt, with deep circles under her eyes, and her skin was sallow. Her hair was matted and tangled, and her hands were shaking uncontrollably.

As she lay there, she felt a wave of despair wash over her. Nick wasn't letting her go just as he promised even after she did everything he told her.

How long will it take before he decides to kill her at last?

Phoebe felt a knot form in her stomach as she watched Melinda on the far end of the room, lying on the cold floor and unconscious. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she took in the sight of her grandmother's frail body, and her heart ached with pain.