Chapter 8

It’s a cool night, the fan is spinning above me. I’m seated on the bed, still calculating if my decision to attend the psychopaths birthdays party is a good resolution. I had to accept yesterday to attend the party just so I can save Harley’s job. Now I know he is truly a psychopath and a monster. He is a selfish asshole to have threatened Harley to bring me at all cost or loose her job. That’s the height of being cheap.

I stand up from the bed and glare at myself in the mirror. I am wearing a flashy asymmetric black gown given to me by Harley. It’s a little bit tight. She is slightly not as busty as I am, so it’s a little clingy to my body, but not bad. I pick up the lip gloss close to my mirror. I open the cap and place it on my lips. I slowly roll it from the left side of both my lips to the right. I do it three times or thereabout. I’m not counting.

I drop the lip gloss and smack my lips. I stare at myself in the mirror and truly I’m a shadow of myself . I can’t find Celine in