'All she wanted was for someone to look at her and see the person she hid so well.'

I was scared.

Do I eat the food and risked being punished for eating it or do I not eat the food and get punished for disrespecting him?

Surely he wouldn't go out of his way to use his hard-earned money to buy food for me, only use it as a plan to hurt me.

I was shocked. I couldn't even comprehend what was happening. A stranger had spent his own money to buy me some food. Me. Someone who shouldn't even be given a second glance.

I carefully placed my shaking hand into the bag and took out a chip. I quickly put it in my mouth, terrified that if I didn't eat it quick enough, the food would be taken away from me.

As soon as I bit into the chip, I could immediately taste the saltiness and crispiness of it and I had to hold back the tears of relief I was feeling. It was after three days that I had eaten something and I was so grateful. I was so engrossed with the food in front of me, that I hadn't realised that the car had come to a stop and he was staring at me like he was seeing the most fascinating thing in the world.

After a few bites of the pizza and a few chips, I felt full. I felt awful for wasting all the food I had not eaten but there was no way I could physically stomach anymore.

"Eat up, Bellissima (beautiful)", he said.

Suddenly, I felt scared again. Would he be mad at me for not finishing the food he paid for? Will he hurt me like my father does when I waste something? I deserve it though. He paid for all this food and I couldn't even complete the simple task of eating it all.

"Whats wrong, sunflower? Are you full?", he asked with a concerned look on his face.

I froze.

What do I say? Do I lie by saying no and forcing myself to finish the food in front of me? Do I tell the truth and say that I'm full up? My hands were shaking in fear and I discreetly sat on them to try and make them stop.

I learnt from a young age that lying was wrong. That lying meant getting punished and that was something I so desperately wanted to avoid, so I slowly nodded my head and rubbed my hand against my tummy to signal to him that I wasn't hungry anymore.

I prepared myself for anything he may do except I wasn't nearly ready for what he did next.

He smiled.

Not a small, smile-for-the-sake-of-it-smile, but a full-on smile which showed off his perfectly straight, white set of teeth, which I swear were so bright they could blind someone.

And, oh God, I dont know how the man in front of me got anymore beautiful. He was the epitome of perfection.

"I'm glad you ate well", he replied, making my heart flutter.

Getting too nervous to meet his eyes, I looked out of the window to see where we were. In front of me was the most elegant house I had ever seen. It was a huge estate, with a beautiful driveway which led to a big, fancy door.

Where am I? Is this where he lives? There were so many thoughts running through my head and it seemed as if he saw my anxiety kicking in.

"Come on, lets go in", he said, whilst taking the keys out of the car and opening the door. I unbuckled my seatbelt and was about to open the car door to follow him when he opened the door for me.

I carefully stepped outside the car, biting back hisses of pain. He locked the car and I followed him to the front door. He opened it with a set of keys from his pocket before signalling for me to follow him inside the house.

My anxiety was skyrocketing by the second and I wished that I was more nonchalant about things. I wish that I was less scared about the outcome of things and that I wasn't always listing every possible thing which could go wrong for me. I wish that I was stronger and that I wouldn't keep feeling sorry for myself.

My life was bad, but there were so many other people that have it worse. It was a horrible thing to compare your situation with someone elses but it made me feel more thankful about my situation; at least I had a roof over my head, access to education and a faint memory of before things turned for the worse. I had no right to complain about what I go through.

Looking up from my feet, I finally took a look at my surroundings and if the outside made my jaw drop, words couldnt do justice to what the inside was like.

The interior was beautiful, with high ceilings, crystal chandeliers, heated marble flooring and decorations which definitely costed more than my entire house.

I looked around in awe and from the corner of my eye, I could see him staring at me with a look I couldn't decipher. I probably looked like some sort of weirdo gawking at his house as if it was a museum so I quickly diverted my attention back to my feet.

Before stepping any further, I carefully bent down and removed my shoes, placing them neatly on the side next to his and continued to follow him.

Let me tell you, it is really hard following someone whilst looking at your feet, and it's even harder when the person youre following comes to a stop and you continue walking, tripping over your own feet.

Before I could reach the ground, his strong arms wrapped around my waist, bringing me into his chest and saving me from falling.

Looking up, I was met with the dark brown eyes I grew so accustomed to these past few days. They seemed so familiar but yet I couldnt recollect how. His eyes held such intensity that I had to look away.

"Don't hide your beautiful face from me", he rasped out, the hot air from his mouth fanning against my ear, making it tingle.

Suddenly, pain coursed through my body and I let out a bloodcurdling scream. I could see the blood oozing out of the black hoodie I was wearing and I slowly moved my hand to cover the source of bleeding but it wouldn't stop.

My vision became blurry and I knew what was going to happen next. Instead of trying to keep my eyes open, I welcomed the darkness.