"Hm. Why ask?"
"It's just you have grown a lot more quieter, a lot more reserve. It's feel like something is wrong. It doesn't feel like you. You're not your usual self"
"I'm fine", I mumbled.
She sighed.
"It's just Sir is extremely worried about you. He is always angry and taking it out at our staff"
So he is angry now.
Again I felt guit getting to my heart. I was vexed by the regretful feeling.
"He should have thought it before choking me unconscious", I retorted.
She looked at me with worried eyes and sympathaty.
"I know what he did was wrong but.... this is also true that he loves you."
No, he doesn't.
"He is just obsessed with me!", I seethed.
"Ashy", she said "he does care about you"
I glowered at her.
"How can you say that! How can you say that when you know that he nearly killed me! How can you say that when you know that he is keeping me here forcefully! The person you care about, the person you love: its not the way to get them", I scorned.
She was quiet. She turned her face as if hiding something.
I got up on the bed and looked at her with a questioning face.