The thought that he might have forgotten makes me sick. I run to the bathroom and puke my guts out. I heave and then sit on the floor miserable. When did I result to feeling like this?
I left and therefore I shouldn't be feeling like this. I can't help it though. I thought we had something more, something that would crush him the moment I let and therefore he could go looking for me. He tried to threaten my friend Gigi, so that should mean something, right?
I stand up and look at myself on the mirror. I gag some water and spit it out, cleaning my mouth and wiping the smudged mascara around my eyes. I don't think I want to do this tonight. I get out of the small chamber and head to the office where I know I will find Madame. The minute I get in and she sees me, she comes to hug me.
"Oh honey," she wraps her arms around her and I feel myself breaking down and I sob on her shoulder.
