Ariella Garcia is an 18-year-old girl who dreams of leaving her current situation behind and starting a new life. She's fiercely independent, and her love for nature and animals is unparalleled. She's always surrounded by people who care about her...
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Frustration surged through me as I ran my fingers through my hair, berating myself for letting my guard down and breaking down in front of someone I barely knew. Seriously, how did I let that happen?
I'm feeling incredibly stupid and embarrassed right now, my cheeks burning with humiliation.
All I want right now is to vanish into thin air and never have to face this world again expecially Alexandro.
And on top of everything, I just realized that I slept in one of Alexandro's beds. How did I forget that detail until now?
The thought of him carrying me upstairs because I don't even remember climbing those stairs myself is just too much. It's bad enough that he saw me break down like that, but now he knows about the bruise on my cheek too. I feel so exposed, and I can't help but doubt if he truly bought my story for the injury.
These thoughts are only making things worse.
With a heavy sigh, I find myself strolling through the park, seeking solace in the gentle breeze and the tranquil atmosphere. The surroundings offer a much-needed respite from the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me.
But wait, I broke his broken plate. Should I take the initiative and buy Alexandro a new one?
Yeah, I think that's the right thing to do.
As I make my way back home, a sense of relief washes over me when I notice my dad's car is nowhere to be seen. Thank goodness, I don't have to face him right now.
With cautious steps, I navigate through each room, my heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. I'm searching for any sign of Henry', hoping he isn't hiding anywhere in this room.
The text he sent earlier was the breaking point for me, the final straw that made me break down completely. If what he wrote is true, if my own father really agreed with Henry touching me, then that means he won't hide it anymore. I try to calm myself, pushing those dark thoughts aside, and focus on positive things.
Mango, Hazel, Nick, Grace, cute animals...
I climb the stairs and go through my nightly routine, taking extra care with my bandaged hand. Finally, I lock myself up in my room, by barricading it.
Exhaustion weighs heavily on me, and I sink into my mattress, reminiscing about the comfort of Alexandro's bed. It dawns on me how long it has been since I last experienced the luxury of sleeping on a proper bed.
Despite Alexandro's initial intimidating demeanor, his scowl that seems permanently etched on his face, and the feeling that he might kill you if you annoy him, I've come to realize that there's more to him than meets the eye. Beneath that tough exterior lies a person who might surprise me.
