WREN’S POINT OF VIEW.
I hung up.
Then the tears came in much harder, violent sobs as I fought the urge to scream because it was almost midnight, and my parents would see me like this after a long day of working at the mansion of people much richer than us.
Shaking sobs ripped out of me while I curled into myself on the floor, my hands wrapping around myself as the tears flowed endlessly.
Everything inside me felt scraped raw.
My boyfriend didn’t love me.
Never had.
I wasn’t beautiful….he didn't think I was beautiful. All those times he told me I was the prettiest in the room; he was lying….he lied to my face this entire time.
I was a joke. A bet. A prize to win.
My phone lay abandoned beside me, buzzing with messages I’d never open..I’m sure it’s Raya, my best friend. I would have
