Chapter 164

Freya’s POV

I pull out the mattress from my bed frame, tossing it to the other end of the room while yelling out in anger.

All this leaves me breathing heavily.

“Freya?” Her voice suddenly interrupts my train of violent thoughts.

I turn round swiftly, seeing Xena at the door, shocked at what I’m doing to the room.

The last piece of décor I had grabbed with plans of breaking falls down from my grip now that she’s here. The rage melts away, dissipating slowly before it morphs into depressing sadness that chokes me and suddenly, weighs heavy on my body and limbs while drilling a hole into my heart.

Tears drip down my eyes now and she sees them. She dashes across the room in an instant.

“Freya… Are you okay?”

She reaches out to touch me but I reflexively slap her hands away harshly. She looks at me, taken aback while clutching her sore hand.

“Freya?” She says my name with her eyes asking so many questions.

“They’re all f