“Where have you been last week, Arianna?” Greg asked as soon as I set my foot in the auditorium, and I sneaked a peek around to catch whether a certain bastard was around. When I noted his absence through my peripheric vision, I visibly relaxed and shrugged in response.
“I’ve been busy,” I replied evasively. Yeah busy picking up the s**t that your friend Alex had spread in my life, I mused to myself self-deprecatorily. Tiffany had regained a semblance of normality, but it was like walking on eggshells around her where everything was precarious like it would snap anytime now.
I haven’t heard from neither Alex nor my father that past week, and I have missed three BJJ sessions out of fear of facing that bastard again. Over the weekend, I had a pep talk with myself which consisted more of m
