(MARILYN’S POV)
I slammed the bedroom door behind me, the force echoing through the quiet house. Tears pricked my eyes, blurring the image of my reflection in the mirror. I felt so embarrassed. I wished that I could go back in town so that I could prevent this argument from happening.
Just then, a soft knock on the door startled me. I whisper thr tears off my face quickly and cleared my throat. I wanted to pretend like I did not hear the knock but then it came again. It was probably mum and now I felt like I did not want to talk to he tonight.
"Marilyn? It’s me. Can I come in?" It was Louis, relief washed over me for a second and then I remembered the scene tha had just occurred and I felt embarrassed again.
“Marilyn? Are you okay?” He called again.
I sighed and went to the door and
