Apphia
Drake orders cat food, bowls, and everything the cat needs. An hour later, a servant walks into the room with the stuff. I took it from her and thanked her.
"Should we watch a movie?" Drake asks. I nod. I need to do something to keep time ticking by.
Drake picks an action movie. I don't care about it, but I watch it. My eyes keep glancing at the watch on my wrist. Whenever Nicholas is off work, he comes to see me. I feel anxious, and my stomach is queasy. It's a terrible yet exciting feeling.
There is a knock on the door, and I jump up, pacing and fidgeting. Drake laughs at my anxiousness.
"Is it him?" I can't breathe. I suddenly feel disappointment at the back of my mind, knowing it's not him.
"Relax, Missy. It's our food."
I sigh and sit back on the couch, disappointed
