Blinded by hate

Never trust the best friend

Day 3 in Russia.

I have eaten every single meal with Ivan.

I want to kill myself.

No, to give him credit not every second has been awful.

Sometimes, here's a shocker, he's made me laugh.

And only once since have I made him properly laugh.

The laugh that makes my insides melt and fall out.

I have also explored all over, this house is pretty plain but I like the use of plants around for decoration.

I have a very important dinner tonight, me and Ivan are supposed to meet someone called Adam and his wife Ava. Adam is his right hand man.

While he's away in America Adam over sees everything and like me Ava is along for the ride.

Maybe we'll be friends.

Ivan has also informed me Adam can't know this is a fake marriage or else he'll disrespect me and that will be annoying for everyone.

So Adam sounds like a little shit.

I try to actually put some real effort into my appearance.

It's a very important dinner, and I need Adams respect.

So I go all out with a new dress and new shoes and even use makeup.

"Let's go!" Ivan calls.

I throw one more glance in the mirror and smirk.

I look hot.

The gun strapped to my thigh makes me feel good too.

Though that's psychologically confusing.

I get to the top of the stairs, my heels make a clicking noise forcing Ivan to look up.

I feel a rush go through my whole body when his mouth opens slightly.

I walk down the stairs smirking and finally arrive beside him.