The sudden change of scenery was nothing short of a shock, especially since Millicent had absolutely no idea what had just happened. One moment she'd been angry, the next everything was black and then she woke up here.
Not only that her head was pounding, her knees were weak and she really started to feel as if she was suffering from a fever. And where was Justin in all of this? Why was she alone in here? And why was there no way out?
Feeling herself start to hyperventilate she sank to the floor, beads of sweat forming on her forehead, in the back of her neck, between her breasts...At the same time she felt utterly cold and couldn't keep from shaking.
Why couldn't anyone see that she was ill? Why didn't they care?
Because you're a failure and a whore. Why would anyone care about you? Why would anyone love you? The voice was cold, cruel, and sounded exactly like Troy.
'You're wrong!' Millicent shouted at the voice in her head, as if Troy himself had been there to speak to her. 'Justin loves me!'
Then why aren't you here when you need him? the voice asked, laughing as she started to cry. Face the facts, no one could ever love you. You're fat, unattractive, good for nothing but a fuck. Do you really think Justin would bother at all if you weren't the mother of his child?
A wail left her as she curled up on herself, sobbing violently. 'You're wrong,' she whispered to herself. 'You're wrong, you're wrong, you're wrong.'