Becca.
Leaving James’ house the way I did was harder than I had expected it to be. There was a point in my life when I would have done anything to keep the person I loved, and I realized with Chad it wasn’t a healthy place to be.
With all the twisted games these people had me playing, I had finally reached a breaking point, and no matter what shit they tried to tell me, I would not do it anymore.
Did I love him? I think I did, but is love a good enough reason to mentally exhaust myself to the point of seeking some falsified sense of security?
To me it wasn’t, and as I found my way back to Allegra’s, I knew what I had to do.
I had to get out of Miami and its toxic environment.
Nothing about this place screamed happy memories. Instead, it was nothing but utter chaos and great sex. Something I’m sure I could find anywhere else.
