~~Scarlette~~
I swear I hadn’t slept a bit. Not a wink. My body ached from tossing and turning, my mind restless and loud. I couldn’t even leave the room to get my drugs—I’d left my bag in the car, and the pills were buried inside it.
I thought, like always, Liam would storm off after our fight, maybe vanish for the night like he used to whenever tempers ran high. But he didn’t. Every hour, I heard the soft creak of the door. It was him.
Probably just to check if I was still breathing.
The third time he slipped inside, his voice was low, almost careful. “I got you your drugs… from the car. You forgot to take them. Do you want me to get water?”
I kept my eyes closed, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response. I let my silence do the talking, pretending to be asleep. Pretendin
