Adaline
I storm to the room.
All I can think about is Atticus sneaking out of the session to fùck his wife on this bed. The bed that I've been sleeping on. No wonder the sheets are crumpled. And the pillows are crumpled. And all I can see is Atticus thrusting into her and her moaning into his mouth.
I storm to the bathroom and throw up.
A well of tears fill up my eyes as I fall on the floor of the bathroom. I'm crumpled up on the wall, hugging my knees, thinking about Atticus and Gisele and how much I want them to die. My life has been filled with misery and pain. I've had foster parents who beat me. I've had adoptive parents who abused me. I've been homeless and hungry with nothing to my name. But none of that hurt as much as this hurts. It's unbearable.
I throw up again.
This time
