I won’t let you get hurt

Leilani

I was trembling against the sink, water dripping down my face and staining the immaculate white sink with makeup colors. I was trying to wash my face clean, but my hands were too shaky to even do that properly. I was so close to having a full-on panic attack. How am I ever going to get out of this mess?

I grabbed a towel and wiped my messy face vigorously, brushing wet strands of hair off. When my face was clean of the last traces of makeup, I threw the towel in the trash and yanked off my tiny peach robe. I was done with my photoshoot at least, and I could go home and pop a sleeping pill to prevent myself from collapsing from terror. If only I could find Adonis. I could not reach him. Did he block me? I grabbed my casual sweats out if the drawer and pulled it over my naked body, dragging my hair out of the bun at the top of my head. 

I was a literal mess.

But all I was focused on right now was holding my tears till I was completely alo