So it helps. Sue me. A girl can pretend.
My phone vibrated on the nightstand, cutting off whatever Day was about to say, and I reached for it. Ivan’s name flashed on the screen, stopping my heart.
'I’ll look after you ‘til Hell freezes over. You’re mine.' Ivan said over the phone
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I was beginning to get very acquainted with the inside of toilets.
I wondered how long it’ll take for it to get old. I mean, how many times can one person vomit before they get sick of it? No pun intended, of course…
I spent an hour in the bathroom vomiting up a big, fat fucking nothing. That’s right. My throat burnt and my mouth tasted like sterility for no reason whatsoever.
Thank you, baby Ivan. I appreciate it.
I sat on the floor and leaned against the bath while I waited f