The Mafia's Slave: Claimed By My Stepbrother
I stayed by the sink and sobbed, wishing that I hadn’t done this.
“Keith will be mad at me. This is going to make him treat me more like a child,” I lamented as more tears fell from my eyes.
The pills were supposed to help me get well, and now, I had mistakenly flushed them all down the toilet, and there was no way I could get them back. My head still throbbed, and I didn’t know what to do.
I could cry until morning, but it wouldn’t bring the flushed pills back, and worse, it would intensify the throbbing in my head.