Evelyn
I sleep like s**t. All I hear in my nightmares is Sebastian and his father screaming at one another, like they’re on fire and blaming the other for the flames.
I eventually give up trying to get any sleep. There’s no point, especially when my brain can’t stop swimming.
I want to talk to Madelyn because, in truth, I can’t believe Gregory did that to his son. All I wanted to ask Sebastian last night after he kicked me out was, “How often has he hit you?”
There’s nothing that can be done now, obviously, seeing as Sebastian’s nineteen. But is it assault?
“Please don’t argue with me.”
Those words bounce around the most. His vulnerable, weak tremble in that single sentence. It’s the first time I truly heard Sebastian speak like this.
I distract myself by watching videos on my phone
