Jordan

I lay in the hotel bed totally famished and emotionally drained. I don't deserve this. My head is spinning from days of trying to phantom everything that has happened.

We were supposed to be on our way to Greece today. I hope she's out when I get back. I need a break from her to be able to think things through. If I'm going to have to get over her which I doubt is possible, I would have to see less of her or her things till I've made a decision. I feel so betrayed!

I had to put off my phone because she kept calling non-stop. Only Tony knows my whereabouts and what's going on. I can't bring myself to tell my parents.

A knock on my door draws my attention back to my surroundings. That must be room service. I can't let them see me like this.

“I'm very busy at the moment, kindly check back later,” I say from behind the door.

“It's Tony man.”

Arghhhhhh. How do I conceal the wounds on my knuckles?

“I'm waiting or else I'll have them bring down this door.”

I open the door and resume back to m