Chapter 30

I sigh in frustration. At the same time, I'm ready to do anything to get him dressed.

So I head for the bedroom as I hear him follow me. Once inside, he goes into the dressing room adjoining the bathroom while I wait for him in front.

If he can't live without me for thirty meters and he always reacts violently every time I meet someone, recovering a semblance of freedom is utopian. I thought I'd wait until he got better, hoping that by then seeing him once a month would be enough for our balance. However I'm starting to have doubts, maybe I should try to escape when he allows me to go out.

No sooner have I formulated this thought than I feel my headache returning. The bathroom door slams open to a panicked Ryley. He's just wearing a t-shirt and boxers, still holding his pants in his hand.

"What is happening " He asks me, taking me by the shoulders.

I blink, my headache floating painfully in the back of my brain preventing me from seeing clearly.