His eyes proved that he was serious, and his words showed that he wasn't playing. Yet, I didn't want to believe that he was serious. Because why? I had done nothing. He was the one who said that I had until the end of a week before I would be punished for being unable to cook. It wasn’t even up to a week yet, and I was being punished.
He was the one who asked me to tell him the truth. I wasn’t going to say anything. I really wasn’t. But he made me speak out. He made me say what I really thought. He made me look him in the eye, he made me break all the rules he kept, and yet I was being punished for it. It just seemed like he enjoyed punishing me, and no matter what I did, right or wrong, there would always be an excuse to punish me.
“I’m sorry.” My words came out in a whisper as I slow
