I could feel everything inside me shattering as I headed to my room. I know it must have been out of place for anyone to see me crying. I wasn’t the type that probably looked like they cried. The minute the elevator dinged open I practically ran to my room and slammed the door the behind me. I collapsed into the bed, not holding in anything any longer and my sobs were loud. He videotaped us. A moment so intimate, a moment where I was vulnerable. It was my first time. And he had it all in detail for everyone to see. The images kept replaying in my head and I could see his cold cruel glare. The disdain in his eyes for me. How could I have been so stupid? How could I have done this to myself? How could I live with myself?
His words from earlier calling me a w***e echoed in my head and I want
