Claire's POV
I was walking down the stairs to the kitchen. I walked in and grabbed a cereal bar and stuffed it in my pocket. I hadn't eaten all week and I felt absolutely starving.
He wouldn't notice if I took one.
As I turned he was standing there Maybe he hadn't noticed I hoped.
"Morning dear great time for a cereal bar like the one in your pocket maybe." Shit I'm screwed. I took it out and gave it to him and started apologising "Im sorry I know I should have asked but I
haven't eaten all week."
"That's not good enough I'll have to
teach you a lesson. "
I started backing up in the corner. He followed me as ifI was his prey. He pushed me to the ground and grabbed a knife and started following along the word thief he'd already carved into my skin. I couldn't help but scream.