Desmonds POV
How on earth could she ask me for that?? I haven't been able to get myself out of here in the past five years so how on earth would I pull saving her from this nut hole off!?..
"I'm... I'm sorry I can't do that. " I reply honestly and I watch her sniffle and nod.
"I.. I had a feeling you'd say that. "She replies. She's an emotional wreck right now.
It's high time we make it back to the mansion. It'd soon be time for breakfast and being absent from the dining hall is a punishable offence. I don't think Deborah can bear a fartellos beating upon her current state.
I pick up her shirt and I have no idea if to assist her with putting it on or if to just leave it to her. All my life, I've never seen a girl in pure pain. All the other girls I've seen in 'pain' were just acting to gain my attention nd pity.
But the pain Deborah is currently emitting is so strong it flows through me like discomforting cold breeze from a mountain top at winter.