Conflicted Morning

Alicia’s POV:

I sniffled into the scented pillows, curled up into a fetal position as I laid there the next morning.

Every couple of minutes I’d replay the fight with Daya in my head, and would wonder why exactly she had blown up at me like that.

I knew she was jealous, but if she was my friend and knew me so well, wouldn’t see see that I wasn’t so happy?

Her words had stung, her insults most of all.

Calling me an orphan that she took pity on? Why would she have that idea in her head?

There was a knock on the door but I ignored it. I wasn’t in the mood to speak to anyone, much less see anyone today. I had all day and nothing to do but to bury myself in piles of self-deprecating thoughts.

And I did so gladly, because if I didn’t maybe I’d come to like this sort of life, where I was taken care of without needing to lift a finger.

“Alicia,” Magda’s voice was muffled as the knock came again. “It’s me.”

I sighed and rubbed at my eyes. It seemed I couldn’t get any rest after all.

My socked