How they think they can keep me here and expect me to be okay with it is beyond me. Maybe if they would give me a reason, and it would need to be a bloody good one for me to be okay with having to toss my life away to rot here. Hopefully, Tobias leaves on Wednesday. I feel like I would have a better chance getting through to Theo then Tobias. But if they think I am going to sit and wait patiently for them to decide my life, they are sadly mistaken.
The knock on the door pulled me from my musings. I ignored it, but then Theo s voice reached out to me through the door. "Imogen, open the door please." Always so polite, but I still chose to ignore him. "You know I can just break the door, but I would rather not. It s antique. Be a shame to ruin it," he stated. I rolled my eyes and looked at the door. It did look old. Probably as old as the house with its strange hinges and thick wood. I heard him twist the handle, hear it straining under the pressure.