Chapter 15 Uncontrollable Feelings

• Rina
• It'd been days since I'd last spoken to him. Days since I looked at myself right, since I'd valued myself. I looked down at my pajamas, legs strewn with sheets, disappointment washing over me. Tears crawled upwards again, threatening to spill over if I didn't get a hold of myself. I breathed.
• It was not what I'd envisaged when I'd thought of a second night. Absolutely not. It was not what I had in mind when I'd daydreamed on the car ride home. I'd imagined slow, soft touches, smiling softly as he treated me as fragile as he could. He hadn't been even the tiniest bit nice, hadn't even bothered with me. I was still healing from the damage, my abdomen hurting whenever I tried to stand.