Forty-seven.

Elle POV.

I’ve messed up, she hates me now, she kicked me off, I never expected her to hate me, she gave me no chance to explain things, no chance of telling her I did this for her that I never wanted her to hate me, I just wanted her to be safe, I did this for her safeness, but she didn’t care.

I had to go back to work, but how can I get back to work, I can’t get back to work, I feel like crying, not feel like, I was crying, I was sobbing loudly even on the road, I couldn’t help myself not right now. This hurt so badly, she hates me, she doesn’t want me, she called me a whore even.

I had to get back to the café, but all I wanted to do is get back home, hide under a blanket and cry, but I couldn’t do that, I had to get away, I had to get away from everyone first. I walked back toward the café, still crying, I walked in and went toward the back, I need to change and leave. My plan didn’t go as planned, Paul was there, my friend was there and he’s going to ask questions, he wants to