Cameron's POV:
I'm really starting to lose track of the time of day anymore. In every single room in the house, the windows are closed off with blinds and curtains. If it wasn't for a clock I would be completely clueless about what time it was. Hell, I don't even know how many days I've been here yet or what day of the week it is. I feel like I've been locked up in one of those rooms in a jailhouse that has no windows. I'm bound to go crazy here soon if I don't get out of this house!
After my bath, I wrapped myself up with a towel and walked over to one of the windows, and moved the curtains to look outside. The sun that was hardly making its way through the clouds, was starting to set in the distance so I knew at least when I saw that the time was seven it was at least sev
