RoseRaptor

PART 5 The Butler Disengaged ------------ This was a dream.  It was the only explanation for all of it. I did not have a fever. The weather was not horrid. I was not awake, rather, lying asleep in bed. Grell Sutcliff was not standing in front of me. As the rain beat against my face, the wind chilling my body to the core, there was only one thing I could feel: the anger and hurt I felt for the man standing before me, upon the ledge of my balcony.  The man who single-handedly destroyed one of the last pieces of my normal life. Every time I saw him and his disgusting grin, it made me sick to my stomach. Without even thinking, I spoke, my feelin