Balia's POV
After dinner, I returned to my room. I was still very much fascinated with my new devices. This was something to take my thoughts away from a certain man who traumatized me daily.
I turned off the lights in my room, glad that Tiffany had connected all my devices to the house's WiFi. It was very much active, so I decided to use Netflix tonight. I'd never really had the opportunity to use this app on my own.
I remember watching a few Netflix movies while still in school, but after that, I was more focused on working hard to survive, so watching movies wasn't a thing for me to pass the time with me.
But right now, I was jobless with a f*****g roof over my head. A beautiful room, good food to eat every day, and movies to watch. I tried to dwell on the positives. Living on the
