I watch as the phone drops onto the ground, wishing it had shattered.
I’m so tired of this s**t; I’m tired of not knowing what to do, of being pulled in all directions, of being hurt, of holding on, of just . . . being lost.
Grabbing the same phone I just threw, I quickly messaged Meera.
Let’s go out tonight.
Girl, have you not watched movies before, we are in an unknown place, and we’ll get kidn*pped! - Meera
She’s probably right.
If its booze you want, I can get some. Sleep over? - Meera
Yes please.
I set the phone down and sigh before peeling off the dress and slipping into a tank top with no bra and some pajama pants with little hearts on them. I signed into my Netflix after much difficulty trying to understand the computer and grab the menu from the kitchen. I was sudden
