Freya
I woke up feeling a bit under the weather. The last few weeks have been hell, to say the least. I’ve cried myself to sleep more nights than I can even remember. It’s easy to say ‘be strong, don’t think about it. You’ll be fine…’ but in reality, it’s so hard.
Every day feels like I’m back to where I started. In every dream, I find myself back at the hotel, watching Dennis and Sonia go wild.
It’s been hard, and I can’t even give up. I can’t. I can’t let them take me for a fool and go scot-free. They need to be thought a lesson, and until that is done, I’m not going to rest.
I sat up and took my phone from the nightstand. I took a deep sigh and then dialed the number.
“Hey Dennis,” I let out once he answered the phone.
“Hi, Freya… I’m so happy to see your call. I’ve been meaning
