Maybell Smith The dream that I had was weird. I swear, I just dreamed that my father showed up, and told me that he sold me out. Isn't that crazy. Blinking my eyes open, I stare at the ceiling and ponder what the hell happened. Especially because I have no clue how I got into this bed. Flinging myself upright, I look around at the familiar surroundings before me. The bedroom that Asher put me in when I got here, stund me into silence. I looked around, when all the memories came crashing back to me. Walking into the glorious mall. Smelling all the delicious smells in Bath and Body Works. Facing the person that had a hand in me being thrown out. Then, fighting the person that definitely did not have permission to touch me. All those things slap me in the face, when snoring brings me out of my head. Looking to my right, I see Asher sitting on a chair, with his top half on the bed. And this man is fast asleep. How the crap is he comfortable like this? Shaking him gently, he flings aw

Maybell Smith I'm not as upset as upset in the morning as I was last night. And I definitely owe Paison an apology! Snuggling back into the pillow that has been framing my face, I wonder if it is even worth it to get out of bed today. Looking around, I make my way to the walk-in closet that I am starting to fall in love with. It's a natural brown color inside. The three shelfs make the closet seem bigger than it is. The best part though? The outfits that Asher bought me are sitting color coordinated and by size. I picked up the army, green crop, and the white jeans that fit my figure. I walk into the bathroom, and look at the person in the mirror that is staring back at me. If you told me five days ago that I would be standing in a mansion, staring into my own reflection, I would highly suggest that you go get your head checked. I pull my hair into a dancer's bun, and put the diamond hair accessory around the bun. I’m not sure when I became the person that would put on a face ful