I couldn’t sleep the whole night.
I just couldn’t.
Every time I closed my eyes, that sickening face of William would flash in front of me, and I would lose all my motivation to get a good night’s sleep.
I don’t know why it keeps happening to me.
First, that asshole Bastian, who couldn’t keep his hands off me, couldn’t let me breathe, or give me that little space that everyone needs to feel… I don’t know… alive?
I shake my head and stare at the ceiling overhead.
And then there’s William, who crossed all the limits last night.
I still cannot believe he tried to do what he did.
And what did he mean when he said he liked me? Is that what people do when they like someone? Force them if they don’t return their so-called feelings?
Well, if that’s what liking someone means, perhaps I will
