ch. 65 | WITHERING

"You know what? Fuck it."

After hours of contemplating in my room, I ripped off my plain white t-shirt in front of the mirror and left my bra on as I threw the shirt in the basket. I roam around the room to find some garments while I'm only in my bra, the scars, and bruises from that other night are still on my skin.

Yeah, those men still weren't home until now, but I can barely give a single fuck about it now.

It felt like centuries inside the mansion all alone, wandering around, then going back to my room, then just some few bodyguards of Regio and workers looking at me as if they were guarding me.

Even so, I decided to go out today.

I'm now dressed up in a dress, and a leather jacket in case. I just applied some concealer on the marks even though it's barely covering. I packed the essential things in my small purse, and most importantly, I brought a gun with me.

"Smells like rags and cigs." I coughed as I opened my window, noticing that the flowers are slowly dying outside in