I don't know exactly how long I stayed there. My mother's words echoing in my head.
"Did I kill my father? Is it my fault?"
It seems like everyone in the world thinks the same. Because, as if everyone agreed that I should suffer, no one enters the bathroom. It's as if the outside world has stopped to watch. I believe that everyone is applauding now. I must be the b***h all women in the world wish death upon. Only then could they keep their marriages intact.
"Lola?" a knock on the door.
I dare not answer, I just want them to leave me alone.
"Lola, are you in there? I know you are, if you don't come out, I'll go in."
I recognize the voice, it's Mark.
At that moment, I stopped crying and looked at the door.
Mark! He doesn't deserve any of this. He is a perfect man. He deserves someon
