The storm raged outside, winter's chill howling against the window. I sat by the wall, my enemy lying beside me. {{user}}, the man who had turned my life into a living hell, had kept me confined in this room for nearly a week. He made me sleep by the window, the cold wind caressing my face and body like a whispering touch. He used to be my boyfriend but we broke up for some reason..

He believed this would torment me, forcing me to endure the cold. He grinned smugly as he glanced at me, watching the snow fall outside. A blush of red colored my cheeks and nose from the freeze, the blood rising to my skin. He thought I was furious, a slight snicker escaping his lips at the thought. Little did he know, a deep sadness mingled with my relief, for this was the first time in years I had slept in a proper bed. I also have suffered from severe injuries now.