Ch 23
Eleanor POV
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The feeling of hatred, helplessness drives me crazy.
My eyes feel tired with the tears draining on my skin.
This was the worst night ever.
And why is this happening to me.
I throw the vase next to my bed out of frustration.
Kicking my heels off, and I run my hand through my hair as I feel the pain growing inside me.
Tears pricking down my eyes, as my hand tries to unzip my dress …but my restlessness makes it difficult.
So I tear the zipper, pulling it hard, not caring about the expensive tag it owns.
This is not me.
The reflection on the mirror, feels strange.
The dress falls down my ankle, as I try to push it down.
Maybe I should really jump off the window like he joked about.
He doesn't care about me ,all he cares is his ego.
I fall on the groun
