365 Days: Drugs, Treason And Demons

HAVE ME FOR BREAKFAST

I only had one tiny shard of freedom, and Pablo held it in the palm of his hand.

With just a single mood swing in the wrong direction, he could crush it. He could kill me, or worse, lock me back up in my lavender-walled bedroom.

My fake identity wouldn't last long. People would keep asking questions, and I wouldn't have any answers. They'd doubt me, they'd talk to each other, and they'd figure it all out.

I didn't know what would happen to me once this flimsy mask eventually slipped off. At least, I didn't know the details, but I couldn't imagine it would mean anything good for me.

I had stared at my bedroom ceiling all morning, longing for Mafer's hugs and advice. I'd wondered if this life was worth living if I knew I was getting dangerously close to its expiration date.

Then I remem