I barely got any sleep last night. Hell, even saying I’ve gotten any sleep recently would be an understatement. A lot has been happening in my life, and anytime I close my eyes, I wake up sweating and panting because of a nightmare. Besides, I came in late and slept only for a couple of hours before deciding I couldn’t do this anymore.
I passed by the hotel to tell Raul I was okay and to book a room for myself. He wanted to know what had happened, but I still didn’t trust him enough to tell him. At this point, I don’t even know who to trust. Everyone seems to have betrayed me.
I'm shoving clothes into my suitcase, my hands trembling with anger and betrayal. I can’t stay here, not after everything I’ve learned. Last night, I decided to move out. I can’t live with people who’ve lied to me
