Rain poured outside my window, deep gray clouds capturing the city skyline. I curled up in my bed and pulled the blankets to my chest as a tear slipped down my cheek. It was so stupid to cry because I had done nothing wrong.
But Laila had made me feel terrible.
After everything that Bethany had done to her, all the insecurities that she had caused, Laila had still blindly believed her. She hadn’t even given me a chance to explain myself, to tell her that I’d had nothing to do with Constantino hurting her.
In fact—while I wasn’t complaining that he had done it—I would never have asked him to do such a thing. Bethany was a b***h, but that didn’t mean I wanted Constantino to hurt anyone because of me. I was just his … toy.
Another tear fell down my cheek, but I pushed it away.
I knew tha
