It seems like just recently we were communicating with our parents, working/going to school, having fun with friends. And now what? Now you're sitting on the couch next to this bastard, it was Sunday evening.

Today he dripped hot wax on you again during your prayers, it hurt, but what else could you do? Logically, nothing, there's not much you can do with a broken leg. You still couldn't come to terms with it, you wanted to go home, to be away from Thomas, from his unpleasant-looking face.

Thomas was sitting next to you, hugging you from behind, also watching TV, pointing to the screen where your photo was with the inscription "missing"

Thomas: "Look, your cute face is on TV! But in reality you look much more angelic..."

He kissed you briefly on the forehead, you felt uncomfortable being around him, you just wanted to throw up from his touching you...