Olivia’s POV
I had wandered around the hallway until I heard André leaving my room.
As soon as I was sure that the coast was clear, I entered my room and slammed the door shut behind me.Tears were rolling down my cheeks but it wasn’t even enough.
What was wrong with me? How could I be so dirty and disgusting? I was a w***e. I was a disgusting, lowlife, dirty b***h.
I got changed, sat on my bed and buried my head in my lap. I cried, and my tears wet my lap, and my arms were soaked in sweat. I still couldn’t believe that I did that with my stepdad. I didn’t even hold back.
I was starting to realise that when it came to André, self-control was the last thing I had.
I flopped on my bed and stared at the ceiling. The tears continued to stream down my face. My eyes stung painfully. I wa
