My Posh idiot (BOOK 2)

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Now back to the shit show!

⚠️TRIGGER MENTION OF R*PE

Iman Harriott ~

After what seemed like forever, I was able to calm myself down from my panic attack. I was able to remember what Dr Rashid had told me, even though it should've been the first thing to cross my mind, as we practised, but too many things were crashing my brain at once.

I decided to lock my phone, not search on it further. Even if I didn't go on it and I hadn't had my phone turned off, my phone would've been going off like crazy.

I told myself I would deal with this bullshit once I'm at a calmer state. And when I get to that state, trust and believe that I will be suing Harry and everyone included with his bullshit. I will sue so bad that his grand kids, and their future grandkids will never get a splash of generational wealth that he single handily ruined because he wanted to fuck with me again.

As for the whole affair...as crazy as it sounds, I do not care for it at the moment. I know I'm going to get the blame for it, not as much as Alistair because at the end of the day, he's a man.

It's never the man's fault...

That will pass over, but if I do not get my name cleared, I'm going to be the next Amber Heard and I can't have that.

I parked my car, and quickly got into my home. Feeling some sort of freedom for myself. I couldn't feel any pain, all I felt was freedom- a drastic change from earlier as I felt claustrophobic.

"I think I'm just gonna rest today...no need to spend unnecessary money when this is the worst time to be seen in public..." I said to myself, resting my palm on the wall for support, as I took off my black heels

Once I'm fully rested, I'm going to have to use this whole week to contact my team and lawyer to get this shit fixed.

I was on my way to making a beeline to the kitchen, looking forward to grab a tall glass of red wine, once I heard a knock on the door "who the fuck could that be?" I voiced harshly, frozen in my spot, but quickly turning around

Usually, I would go upstairs and look through my bedroom window, but all the energy used up on stressing out earlier was nowhere to be found in me. I strutted to the door, looking through the peephole, seeing it was Mariah.

"Huh?" I turned my head a little to the side, at the shocking view of my best friend on my doorstep

I opened the door, and not even a millisecond after the door was open, Mariah threw herself into me, hugging me like her life depended on it. I quickly felt safe and comfortable within her embrace, hugging her back.

"OMG! I thought you weren't alive" Mariah expressed in relief

"What do you mean, I thought you weren't alive?" I pulled away from her, twisting my lip in confusion

"You weren't picking up your phone, and I asked everyone to call you and they weren't getting through to you either and I knew you had finished work, so I drove to your home and- are you okay Iman?"

Was I really okay though?

Just because I felt okay now, that doesn't mean I will be in a couple of seconds, minutes, hours or the next day. My body had fallen limp, as if I had all of my limbs cut off. Everything was hurting...my heart, my head and my body. I did not know what to tell Mariah. I just stared at her, struggling to even utter a sentence.