Chapter 6

Esme...

My whole life was ruined and at this moment I knew for a fact that even though Titus sleeping with Raina hurt, having a one-night stand with a man I saved who afterwards accused me of being a slut hurt more.

I stared at the pitiful figure of myself on the floor, helpless and ugly, the hickeys and purple mark of my intimate sexual affair reflected Right in my face.

I couldn't even recognize the face of the motherfucker I slept with.

I stood up from the bed, gripping the sheets to the stains on the bed.

The memories of last night came rushing to my head, from Titus to Raina, outside the rain, the bar and helping him before bringing him to the room with me, the sex, the harsh slap of reality on my face, and the way he had called me a slut.

I fell to the bed, gripping the sheets tightly in my hands.

The rush of emotion came at first like small mumbles and sobs, until I wasn't able to take it any longer.

My head got fuzzier and the wracking lines of tears came rushing down my face.