ERICA
My life seemed to have turned into a fairytale in a blink of an eye. I was living in a castle like I was the Queen of it with the King of the said castle fûcking me every night like he couldn’t get enough. Obsessed. Then there were Mario and Ephraim, who were like the best ever support characters the King and Queen could get.
And the guards, his men nodding their heads down whenever I walk by, without meeting my eyes like their life depended on it. And I guess it did as my eyes flitted to Elijah who had one of his hand in a cast and a face which was a map of bruises. No matter how much I tried to remember, I couldn’t remember everything of that night and what I did wasn’t enough to make sense. The only clear memories were of me with my friends in the rooftop bar. I even remembered
