I walk into the house and find Tito sitting infront of the television in our tiny living room. He doesn't notice me come and is busy cheering over a football game. I sigh tired. I wonder how he'd react once he finds out about Mom's infidelity to Dad. And the fact that this has been going on for years.
I drag myself through the tiny lounge and lock myself into the bathroom. The reflection staring back at me through the mirror looks so sad and pathetic. I just got slapped infront of my boss and then had the pleasure of introducing him to my entire family mess. I strip and take a shower before rubbing a bit of oil on my temples to keep them from hurting.
Once I step out, I go to my room and call it a night. My duvet is the only thing that feels warm and comforting. It wraps around my body i
