apologies at dawn

apologies at dawn

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A bodyguard Dark Romance Novel "There is someone in there." I tell him as I inch closer to the wall to allow him to go towards to the door. A sudden thought comes to my mind and I feel the urge to throw up. How long has he been in there? I watch silently as Xander throws my door open and a rush of footsteps can be heard. Feeling something coming up my throat I'm forced to run towards the bathroom and empty my stomach into it. I sit with my hands on the toilet, my head resting on my left arm. I force myself not to cry. Fuck him i repeat over and over in my mind. Fuck him. Fuck him! FUCK HIM! I repeat it until it sounds like screaming in my mind. Until I can't understand anything and my ears start ringing so loud they might start bleeding. Until I'm crying and next thing I know I'm sitting with my knees to my chest with my arms hugging myself. It's easier to imagine being tough than it is to be so. I'm weak and pathetic no matter how hard I try not to be. I'm shaking so hard and my breathing feels like it's swallowing me whole. All I can focus on is my lack of control and I feel like I'm about to pass out. The room is spinning or maybe i'm spinning. "Are you okay?"
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