Briella
The low throaty rumble of a bike filled my ears as I lay on the hard mattress staring sightlessly at the ceiling. I hadn't even taken off my shoes. What would be the actual point of getting comfy when inside I felt like I was dying.
Which was all sorts of silly, because I barely knew Tommy. It had only been a month, and we hadn't exactly met in the best of circumstances. I had clung to him like a lifeline because he had been the one to rescue me. Could I really blame him for seeking affection elsewhere when all I did was take from him and give nothing back in return?
Closing my eyes I squeezed out the tears that had been stinging my eyes for the last few hours, finally letting them fall. The sob that ripped its way out of my mouth was drowned out as the bike I had heard on the
