Krista's pov

The room was very dark, very dark.

I laboriously climbed up and looked back at him, with unwilling voice. "Now, I can always know why I got such treatment from you."

He sat up, without saying a word, got out of bed, put on his clothes, and left the room.

What the hell. What the hell happened.

I'm really going crazy.

I turned around, retreated to the bedside and turned on the bedside lamp.

At the moment, I just feel sore all over.

I looked at the paper on the ground.

Isn't this the one Cheney was holding just now when he came in? 

I got out of...