The Vision

Catherine's POV

After he left, I couldn't help but felt used and dumped. It still wasn't clear to me why he reacted like that after our make - out session. Did I look like a slut he could just have sex with as he likes and then leave nonchalantly? What kind of person did he take me for, exactly? This was the second time he's acting like this.

The first time I fell asleep, and he left without saying a word, now he is back and we had sex again, and he is behaving like he has slept with a piece of trash.

“How could he?” I snapped to myself and got down from the bed. I was hurt and heartbroken that he had to leave in such a manner.

I picked up my towel and rushed into the bathroom to get myself cleaned up. I felt irritated with his scent on me, and I made sure to scrub my body thoroughly. I wanted to wash whatever of his touch was still on my skin.

I'm such a fool. If I had known that it would turn out this way, I wouldn't have given myself to him, I wouldn't have allowed him to touch me.