My aunt always told me that I was a loser, and whatever I dared to try would only end in failure. Well, I guess she was right. It took me a while to realize that.
Maybe I was destined to stay at rock bottom. I tried to escape from the darkness, but here I was—going back to the same black hole where I came from. I knew there was a possibility that Aunt Gilda would send me to that nasty Santini again or sell me to someone else.
I deserved this life. This was much better than living in a lie, anyway.
“You hopping in? The bus is leaving in ten minutes.”
I gasped when a huge man patted my shoulder.
“If you’re not a passenger, you need to exit now.” He climbed on the bus afterward.
I took a deep breath, and closed my eyes, before picking up my backpack. But before I even moved to the bu
