Dima
DimaAfter lying on my bed staring at the ceiling all night, I stay in my bedroom instead of going to the kitchen in search of breakfast.
I can’t be around anyone. I want to throat-punch Ravil and Maxim for coming up with any plan that involved putting Natasha in danger.
Bozhe moi, I will never get the image of that gun at her head out of my brain.
Bozhe moi,And knowing it was my fault?
Ruins me.
She didn’t want to go, and I made her. And look how it turned out.
I sink onto my bed and stare into the darkness.
The worst of it? Natasha thinks I used her. That literally makes me want to shoot my nuts off. She compared me to Pamela Harrison.
Nothing could be farther from the truth.
She was never my fall-back girlfriend. It wasn’t a love-the-one-you’re-with situation. Not even clo
