16. I’m sorry

Anastasia...

I woke up with the feeling that I was being watched. Well, actually a nightmare had jolted me up from my sleep. I was in a different room now and this one was dark. The lights were off and I was in a huge fluffy bed covered by blankets. I glared around to see if someone was in the room with me, but what can you see in the dark?

I removed the covers from my body, only to realise I was still naked.

Who brought me into this room?

I crawled out of the huge ass bed and when I finally landed on the floor, I sighed aloud. I walked around the room and searched for a door that would either lead me to the exit or a bathroom.

I finally felt a doorknob and twisted the handle, only to be met by a huge closet that looked like a store. I closed the door and tried to search for another and I found it. I twisted the doorknob and I walked into a dark room. I searched for the light switch and pressed it before a light erupted, revealing a huge, black and expensive-looking bathroom.

There was a huge shower that could carry about ten people in the middle of the room surrounded by glass. Near to it was a his and hers black vanity sink with rose gold faucets and a huge mirror mounted against the wall.

Through the shower glass, I could see a mini-pool-like black bathtub with rose gold faucets situated against a huge window that provided a beautiful view of the city. There was a modern black toilet close to where the door was. Three white fluffy carpets were situated on the black marble floors. This bathroom was magnificent.

I quickly used the toilet and went over to wash my hands. When done washing my hands, I lifted my head and looked at myself through the mirror. I was thin and my eyes were red and puffy. My cheek bones could be seen and my collar bone could be identified. My skin was a bit pale and my hair was lighter and longer. I noticed I had a tiny scar across my forehead and I frowned.

I looked down on my knees and noticed they were red and one of them had a band-aid on it, while the other had a long scar. Something told me to turn my body against the mirror and I did. I took in a deep breath before turning my head and peaking over my shoulder to see the damage on my back. Multiple scars forming into crisscrosses were on my back while others looked like a wild bear tearing my skin with its claws.

" I'm sorry," I heard someone say and I jumped in fright as my heart started beating out of my chest.

I turned to find King under the doorframe and my body shook in fear. I was naked and standing not far from the man that savagely beat me up. I leaned back against the sink and gripped it tight as my body shook. I needed stability or I was going to faint on the floor.

" You shaking again," he said, walking over to me, and I felt my world crumble down and now I was on the floor hyperventilating. " Shit!"

I saw him kneel in front of me and , for some reason, I stopped breathing.

I couldn't breathe.

There was no air getting into my lungs and that scared me. He looked at me and all I could see was guilt and sorrow.

" I'm helping you up," he alerted.

I felt him tug me from under my knees and he hoisted both of us up as my face was now on his chest. I was shaking tremendously as he walked me towards the bed and plopped me on it.

He rushed out the room, going to one of the doors and came back with a t-shirt before he helped me put it on. He then covered me with the blankets and hushed me while trailing a finger across my face. Even though soothing, I couldn't stop myself from flinching and shaking and he sighed aloud.

"You need some rest." He said as he pulled away and strutted over to the door and walked out the room.

My body was still shaking but not as much as it was. And as always, a sob rippled out of my throat. Snots and tears had covered most of my face. I cried to the point where I felt like I couldn't breathe. The point where I felt suffocated by my own pain.

" NONNA! " I screamed out loudly as her death started to sink into my mind.

For some reason, I always saw her when I closed my eyes. But she looked peaceful and not in a pool of blood, but every time I saw her, I saw Andrea cooped up in a corner alone.

" Andrea," I softly called out, the name causing me to hate myself even more.

I didn't even know why I was in such a predicament.

What was happening to me and why had my whole world fallen and crumbled down in just a mere second?