Chapter 65

• He walked away from me without a backwards glance, and I hated myself inside all over again. I hated everything about myself. I hated everything about them. I hated the stupid garden party I was a part of, and I hated everything in my life that was so fake and so filthy both at once.
• I couldn’t catch my breath properly. I didn’t want to eat, and I didn’t want to drink, and I didn’t want to speak to anyone, let alone my bitch of a mother, so I did what I’d always done.
• I retreated as gently as I could, brushing past the bathrooms in the hallway and slipping my way upstairs to my suite on the top floor of the compound.