Derek
*Salvador*
As the night drew closer, I returned to my apartment. I poured myself a glass of drink and sat on a sofa chair. Why will she ask that from me? I thought, staring into the empty space.
Of all things, how could she ask me to hand myself over to them? Is that really how much she hates me? Is that really how much she wants to get rid of me? I thought to myself.
I took a sip from the cup and placed it on the table. Maybe Maverick also contributed to her hatred for me. I have to talk to him. He has to tell me everything he said to her.
I placed the glass cup on the table and left for my bedroom. I stood in front of the mirror stand and fastened my gaze on my reflection. “Maverick,” I called out to him. I didn't know if it was going to work. But I figured that since I had ta
