CALL GIRL #1
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.
I was being childish and there wasn’t a single part of me that gave a fuck.
Control was how I lived my life, how my days unravelled, how I kept sane. I controlled every single aspect of my life, aside from client preferences. But I was still free to go where I wish, see who I wish, do whatever the frigging hell I want.
Now? I had no control. All I can control was what I wear each morning, and he can take that from me as easily as he had taken everything else.