KATE.
I paced in the living room, waiting for Bailey to walk through the living room door so I could give her a piece of my mind.
Who the hell does Drew think he is anyway? Coming over here and telling me he wanted me back. Saying he was sorry for the break up.
The hell did he mean? Like I was a f*****g charity case!
What the hell did I even do to attract scumbags anyway? I tried as much as I could for the assholes and how did they always repay me?
By dumping me.
Never again. I was so f*****g done.
I held on to my anger with everything I had. I absolutely refused to think about how devastated he looked.
How his shoulders had drooped when I told him to get out.
How tortured he looked when I'd refused to let him touch me.
How he kept doing his signature thing of running his hands t
