CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT: LEAVING HIS HOUSE

~MAE~ George didn't return until midnight, and of course, I couldn't dare question his movement or why he had returned so late. My stomach made a loud rumbling sound, and I realized I hadn't eaten in about forty hours. I held it tight with my left arm, burying my face in between my legs. I'd been in that same position since he left and hadn't moved away; in fact, I was still clad in my underwear and had only wrapped my towel around my body. I've been crying since he left, and now I doubt if there are any more tears in my eyes because they've refused to continue pouring out. I guess I'm worth whatever treatment is given to me; I'd betrayed him after all. The door flung open roughly, and I flinched, raising my head and moving backward till my back hit the wall. I was actually sitting on the floor. He walked in without sparing me a glance; he didn't even notice me! Removing his shoes, he walked into the bathroom, slamming the door hard, and once again, I flinched. “I’m sorry,” I whi