Chapter 11

• A yawn escapes me, I blink to clear the rest of the sleep in my eyes with the back of my hand going over my mouth to prevent another yawn from slipping out. I swipe at the errant strand of hair over my face, putting my messy curls into a bun with a few tendrils falling out as I move into a sitting position to observe my environs. This is a new place.
• The lighting of the place is off, the room is smaller and the walls are strange. They are brown. This is not home. Home. The word leaves a sour taste in my mouth and I jump off the bed at the fear that sweeps through me. I may dislike that big, empty house but at least, I am safe there. No harm will befall me other than sexual starvation.
• “You cheated on me.”