Chapter 7

Elena

I’m in my car, reversing fast to get the fuck out of here. I don’t care if Ella’s in the car, I’m silently crying as the darkness covers the tears on my cheek. She won’t see me crying. I don’t care if it’s those devilish Quads’ party, I need to go. I’m in the mood to drink my life to a stop.

Ella didn’t finish with her make up before I drag her out of the house, because one more moment spent there tonight, I’m afraid what the outcome would be. She’s finishing her make up as I start the car.

I don’t understand why I was given a whore for a mother. Jesus Christ, my dad fucking loved her, gave her everything, made sure she lacks nothing, and this is how she repay his love? By fucking his own very best friend?

“Trash!” I yell out of control, pressing the horn of the car. A car is in front of me and he’s fucking slow to move out so I’m venting out my anger on him.

“Elena calm down. I think he’s trying to pull over to get gas.” she’s looking at me like I’ve gone crazy. Sure, I am. I’m