ALLY
I've been having issues sleeping. Mainly because the sleep didn't come and also because that woman was in this house.
I couldn't do anything or say anything about that issue because it was out of my control. Nobody is looking to me to have an opinion on it because they were scared of Lucian.
I didn't even have anything to say. The hurt in my heart was too heavy to let my mouth say anything.
How could he do this?
After everything that had happened?
What was the whole point of making me feel like things were getting better when in fact, they weren't?
They were only about to get worse.
But I'd seen more hurt than I could handle. My mother's life was the mirror through which I now looked at my own life.
I didn't know if my father had other women in his life but I knew that he did look at other women a lot. Just like me, my mother couldn't say anything because no one was asking for her opinion.
The same way I'd been overlooked like I didn't matter when the maid took her bag up
