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 ...