right? - d. twins✔️

vi

a day later, and i've ended up in some hotel where i hope grayson won't find me.

i've only got a couple of real outfits left, considering the rest of my clothes are dirty and i haven't gotten around to having them washed. i've been sulking in the room, watching boring hotel tv, and eating nothing but costly room service. i wish i could live, feel happy and free, but i just can't.

i've screwed myself over the most by marrying him, or else i could just leave, call it quits. what was i even thinking, what was i even feeling?

what am i feeling?

surely i've survived on my own before but it's never been easy, not as easy as it has been with grayson. i guess i could learn to adjust again.

the phone begins to ring as i'm sitting here with my thoughts. cautiously, i look to it, watching it ring multiple times before picking it up.

"you can't fucking hide, vivian." he growls, but i don't hang up the phone.

like a sane person would.

"h-how did you get this number?"

"don't be scared, baby. just come back home and i'll make everything okay again, i promise."

promise.

he never kept his damned promises.