223. Pay for it.

The slap does come as a surprise, no matter how much I think I deserve it. Everyone gathered around the grave stares at us, and I feel like I want the ground to break and swallow me. Gerald, Lemon, Mal, Clara, and Erikkson stand at a side, taking the whole scene with wide eyes. I had not actually spoken with any of them. Mal had come to take his devices back to his place and tried to talk to me, but I couldn’t answer. Gerald came regularly and left me food, but I couldn’t even touch them. I honestly did not know how I managed to stay without food for this long, all while feeling gnawing hunger in my stomach, but somehow, I had managed. I couldn’t even think of doing anything to my body without feeling the overwhelming guilt transformation, not nausea.

I knew distantly that I was going to need therapy for this soon, that I was internalizing the guilt and it would be wrecking my life, but at the moment I felt like I so deserved it, and even the thought of getting help made me want to ge
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