You don’t love me, you’re just obsessed

Freda's POV

I saw Hardin leaning forward to the table in what seemed to be an office. He sniffed in a white powder and I immediately knew that it was hard drugs. I knew he was a bad guy, but in movies that I watched, the guys who are into drug dealings usually don't use their product. Why was Hardin different? I wondered. Perhaps it does not work that way in real life. I thought. He raised his head to look at me, as he pressed his fingers against his nose. I could see some powder lining under his nose. My breath seized immediately as I felt my chest going tight.

Now, I was starting to blame myself for not following the part of me that wanted me to go back earlier. I wished that I could rewind time to where it all started. I would have just stayed in my room and never come up here. He smirked at me with his eyes half closed. Immediately his gaze fell on me, I felt a wave of fear wash over me, sending shivers through my whole body. He was not shocked to be caught in the act at all, and