A rude bastard

CAMILLA

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After Antonio's rather subtle warning to stay away from his boss, I retired to my room. There, I sat on my bed and drafted some questions for mister Ivan's next therapy session. Antonio might have freaked me out, but he had gotten one thing right; I needed to remember why I was here and stick to it, strongly.

I was served lunch in my room, roasted turkey drenched in Mac and cheese. My dinner of chicken breast and orange juice was served in my room as well. I didn't even have to stand up! Now, this, ladies and gentlemen, was the life. My best part of this house so far, is that it was sound proof, hence, when I started blasting my Spotify sleep playlist from my small MP3 player, no one else could hear me.

Falling asleep was never an issue, except I had something that bothered me. That night, it was Freddie's refusal to pick my call, or answer any of my text messages. He even refused to play iMessage games! Freddie never said no to iMessage games. In all this, I tried to r