As soon as I got out, I took a deep breath, finally able to breathe properly. It felt suffocating in there, being in the same room as my father.
I headed out of the house and went to my car. I drove home as quickly as I could so I could see Justin again, and when I arrived at the condo, my heart started pounding like crazy as if I committed some kind of crime.
I headed to our unit and before I could enter the pass code, my finger trembled as I hesitated.
I feel guilty.
I feel guilty for not telling him about anything until now. I can still remember it clearly when I told him that we should tell each other about our problems, but I seem so hypocritical right now. I was the one who said that, yet I'm the one who's turning against my own words.
I sighed and squeezed my eyes shut.
I should just go in.
I entered the pass code and as soon as I opened the door, I was shocked to see that the lights were still on.
