I had several questions going through my head unanswered, it was weird, and there is nothing I could do. The hunger that combined with the pain in me was just so frustrating, I felt like to was going to pass out, it wasn't easy on me.
"Carry him to the room," Stephen ordered.
I felt frustration cloud my head. Why did Justin have to emphasize that I have wounds on me? couldn't he just shut his mouth up. There is one thing I knew that was wrong with me, I might be weak but I am not sick. In fact, that is not my problem right now, the truth is I am hungry.
Noticing that only the truth might safe me right now, I opened my mouth ready to speak out.
"Mr. Stephen, please, I would love to have something to eat, no matter how small it is, I will appreciate it and be grateful," I confessed.
Tears immediately stung the back of my eyes, I wanted to cry, but thought it wise that it was not the right thing to do, at least not in front of this man, and probably his children.