Chapter forty -five

Emily's POV

Sleep didn't feel like what it used to be anymore.

Every minute of it was terrifying. I couldn't close my eyes to the normal darkness that I was used to, somehow Father managed to be behind each of them and was ready to pounce on me in the dark. His lips were still there, his hands were always there, and if he wasn't already holding a knife he would have been now that I could feel him breathing down my neck in my sleep.

I hated sleeping more than anything else in this world.

For one week I had not gotten enough sleep as my nightmares got worse every day. They weren't just images of Father's hands around my throat or him stabbing me while saying all of his bullshits but actual, physical sensations. He touched every part of me with a touch so rough and calloused that my skin felt like it was made of glass.

In this one week, I had somehow managed to avoid the king, blurting out unnecessary excuses and hurrying away.

He knew something was off, he was just good at everything.