Chapter37

#Chapter37

Eric's POV:

As my eyes suddenly opened, a sharp pain slit into my skull... The unfamiliar feeling of a strong hangover lingered in and on my body, making it feel ever so heavy and unmovable. Did I drink? What happened?

Oh... I remember. Or well, partially.

As I regained my senses, the images of the day before flashed in my mind, like an act of cruel revenge on me for everything I had done... For everything, I had done to her.

The scene played before my eyes, again and again, and I couldn't stand watching Amy's tortured expression, as she sat there on the floor. If only I hadn't been such a coward... If only I went down into the basement earlier, she might have had it better.

I've always dealt well with the sight of blood, but this was more, Amy didn't do anything, she just sat there, she was... afraid of me. She had done everything I've said, without a question, like a robot, just doing whatever I wished.