"You're leaving" Romano said throwing a gown on my body.
Sitting up properly, I furrowed my eyebrow at him. I'm leaving?
"I don't understand" Ever since that break in 2 days ago, he's been acting strange.
I heard they caught one of the guys but he's been in the T room. Romano said he needed to beg for death before he gives it to him.
I felt a sour feeling in my mouth when I remembered how he gripped my thighs spreading them apart. It was so terrifying.
"Can't think well knowing you're home alone with these incompetent fuckers. Not again" He stretched his hand out to me. I looked at it for a while before placing mine on it
"So... You're sending me packing?" Unsure, I asked
"Sending you packing?" He scoffed. "You're fucking leaving to work with me"
This man needed to learn how to communicate. But something else dawned on me. For some reason, when I heard those words I felt sad. I didn't feel happy to leave.
