I cried myself to sleep last night. Frustration smothered any other emotion I had. And when I woke up, that frustration had transformed into anger. They say a new morning brings a new view, and the view I have... I don't like it. The more I think about everything that happened, the more angry I get. The more I replay that fight, how Rune stood up for me while Elijah stood back and let Tyran speak about me like that, the sicker I feel. Elijah had the audacity to knock on my door last night and again this morning. I told him to f**k off. He didn't argue, I didn't hide how disgusted I was with him. Gods know where he is today, I don't know if he's still in the house or has gone to Ardarra again. I haven't dared to leave my room. I don't want to see him. I'm scared of what I'll say or do if I
