ANTONELLA’S POV

The clanking sound of metal coupled with the early morning sun grazing my skin made me flicker my eyes open although my eyelids were still heavy and threatened to shut itself. I was not sure of what was going on as I still could not embrace reality. My head ached and so did every other part of my body. The bed was far from okay.

It was far from comfortable and I really wanted to cuss at Father for making me go through such. If only he has been nice…. I held my head as I looked up at the stranger who was at the door. Utter displeasure was registered in his eyes as he stared at me like I had done something very terrible to him.

“Here is your meal” He pushed the door opened slightly and passed what I believed was my food beneath the door and then shut it immediately, perhaps so I would not escape. I stared at the meal and then at him, wondering what I was to do with it. I could not imagine how I was supposed to eat that.

I looked at the food and then cringed at the sight. It was so bad.