11. Don't Touch!

I was tired, came home, and immediately lay down on the bed. All my wounds hurt, especially my spine which felt stiff. Tharique is a brainer. He trained me like he trained a soldier facing a real enemy.

"Esme, let's eat," my mother shouted from downstairs. Lazily, I opened my eyes and opened my blanket. When my body turns.

“Aaa, why are you here?” He surprised me. Tharique lay beside me, since when did she sleep with me?

"I told you we have to stay with, Esme. Come downstairs, don't let your mother come in this room."

For a moment I ignore him in my room and meet my mother and have dinner together. The smell of very delicious food has aroused the appetite to be enjoyed.

"How was your day, what about the wound, where did you get it?" I was confused, about how to explain, but slowly I explained everything according to the order, how to get injured and who injured me.

What did I do when I was helpless until now? My mom started taking her cell phone she wanted a secret conversation w