Nevaeh's eyes desperately pierced his as she waited for his answer. She could tell he was being hesitant with his response, or maybe he was ambivalent on what he should say. But she wanted to know. For once since this shenanigan began, she wanted to be in the know of something. Know how she was in danger, and whoever was watching her.
She has been wallowing in oblivion from the moment her mother draped that gown on her. She had said yes to a man she didn't know. Came to his house with no knowledge on how to live with him, or what he expected from her.
She wasn't used to not knowing. It was frustrating and overwhelming.
Since she left home years ago, she had been in charge of her life, made every decision on her own, defended herself to the best of her capabilities. She wasn't used to being told what to do. It was hard living a life she wasn't used to. But here she was living the life of someone else, and now, even her emotions has become unknown to her.
