TRIVIA'S POV.
“You really would have left me there? In the middle of nowhere? On my f*****g own.” I asked, yelling at the top of my voice.
“Easy now, princess, you don't want to get too loud, you know?” He asked, holding such nonchalance just as always.
“Easy? Not too loud? You god-forsaken bastard left me to be by my f*****g self.” He pressed his fingers against mine, his chest pressed against mine with my back to the wall, their faces merely inches apart when the light all came on.
Two middle-aged women had walked past us with two other women, all uniformed and wearing pants.
“Aren't we meant to have lights out by this time?” The first lady had spoken; the other had drawn out a cigarette, lit it, and took a long puff.
“What the f**k are you doing, Helen? If the house mistress find
