Alessandro hasn't returned.
I spent the day fuming and punching my pillow, imagining his face. The audacity. He really thinks I should be grateful to him, after everything that's happened? After everything he's done. The notion is preposterous. He's so full of s**t.
What upsets me most is that for a little while, I had forgotten everything he put me through. I no longer remember that first fight, or those first days in that infernal apartment. I'd started to...I don't know, trust him. Not necessarily trust, but I'd started seeing him as someone I could count on. I was wrong, of course. He's waiting for the perfect opportunity to get rid of me, and I don't quite know in what sense. I don't think he's above killing me. He would do it if it benefited him in any way.
It's night now. I'm
