Chapter13

#Chapter13

It wasn’t my death that he took me to, it was his house. Somewhere I didn’t want to be near. I didn’t have the energy to object it to try and run away, I could still feel my insides being torn and all I wanted was to lay down somewhere and just close my eyes but instead, I was being carried through his large mansion of a home, I wondered if his parents were here, would they help me? Would they stop him? Or were they as cruel and cold as he was? But instead of parents, someone who seemed to be a maid walked up to us, bowing her head to Jiro, she asked;

/"Welcome back home sir./"

Never bothering to even acknowledge the fact that he was carrying a bleeding girl in his arms, you could see that I was beaten up with just a look I’m sure but she seemed almost afraid to even look up at him.

/"Is my dad home?/"

He questioned the maid and she silently shook her head before responding, her gaze still in the ground.