Micaela

His voice is still echoing in my ears ever since I ran out of his room that night. It must always end crazily stupid everytime I leave that place. What did I expect anyway? After what he did, he had the mind to tell me to get off him like I begged for it.

I feel so little and with the way people have been staring at me, it makes me want to crawl under a rug and hide forever.

I am sitting inside the club, and the place is scanty since it's not yet night time. It's beautiful both in the ...