I SWEAR I’M NOT STAYING IN THIS CITY FOR ONE MORE NIGHT.
It’s just evening already, the city barely covered in darkness, and the cool temperature, mixed with the calmness that has settled over the whole Inavova mansion contrasts the rage and chaos inside me. I’ve been pacing around my room for hours, alternating between sitting on my bed and throwing up at the thoughts of what my impulsiveness has led me into doing, and right now, all I can think of is running away.
God. I can’t believe this. I can’t believe the man I slept with last night, the man I let manhandle me like a stupid w***e, the man I spent the night with, the man whose roughness I enjoyed is my fiancé.
I run my hands through my hair, almost pulling them out of my scalp as I stare at the ceiling above me.
I feel so ashamed
