10: Going Somewhere, Kitten?

Olivia’s POV

I had wandered around the hallway until I heard André leaving my room.

As soon as I was sure that the coast was clear, I entered my room and slammed the door shut behind me.Tears were rolling down my cheeks but it wasn’t even enough.

What was wrong with me? How could I be so dirty and disgusting? I was a whore. I was a disgusting, lowlife, dirty bitch.

I got changed, sat on my bed and buried my head in my lap. I cried, and my tears wet my lap, and my arms were soaked in sweat. I still couldn’t believe that I did that with my stepdad. I didn’t even hold back.

I was starting to realise that when it came to André, self-control was the last thing I had.

I flopped on my bed and stared at the ceiling. The tears continued to stream down my face. My eyes stung painfully. I was hopeless and worthless. How could I be so disgusting?

“I hate myself. I hate him. How dare he take advantage of me like that?”

I loved the way he touched me and made me feel but it was wrong. All of this