Viola

Yeah, we did it!

I was fucking drunk!

I guess my self-ego deceived me again and for the hundredth time with Mathew.

Tricking me into thinking I had control.

"Deceived? Again-damn ego," I thought later, replaying it all.

I thought that I could face him and be strong, stand tall without crumbling.

"Strong? Ha-illusion," I admitted.

But once he flipped me to his shoulder and took me to that bedroom like a prize!

Hell no!

I felt as if I melted immediately under his angry ...