RAIN
I am not a morning person.
Especially not when I am plagued with self-deprecating thoughts all night as I toss and turn.
I am back in my bedroom and to say that I feel shitty, unwanted, and like trash, would be too kind.
I am planning on wallowing in my misery and coming to terms with the fact that I truly am just here for a show, counting the days when I will be thrown out. Liam fucked me, and he has had enough already. He didn't object when I said I was to get back in my room.
He didn't even crawl in like I was hoping he would. He stayed in his room, which was right next to mine.
I feel hungry after I missed dinner last night. Walking into the kitchen, I don't expect to see Liam, seated on the table, with a box in front of him.
He smiles and I feel my heart fluttering.
It's all for a show, don't be too excited.
