Chapter 12

KIMBERLY'S POV I glared down at the sheets of paper which were scattered upon the floor with their incomplete lifeless drawings outlined upon them. My fingers pulsed and cuts burnt into my hands almost as though to remind me how long I had worked or better still flogged myself. Drawing was my only distraction and escape from the world. But the hurt I had felt made it impossible to create something beautiful last night. All i did was make a big mess and hurt myself more. I didn't remember when I fell asleep but waking up to that mess was more excruciating, as if the weight of the entire mansion weighed upon me. I had not, till then, known pain; at least, not in the sense that it had taken a brand-new meaning now: my parents and brothers turning on me, Daniel's brutal treatment, all of it was pale in comparison to the hollow ache because of Xavier's indifference. His sincerity at the beginning had reached a part of me I’d tried to bury. A part of me that foolishly believed he could be di