(Grayson)
Torture, pure f*****g torture. That's what I would call this past week since staying at the Sinclair mansion.
It's like a house of horrors or something.
And having Katrina so close and yet I can't even act on it makes everything that much worse.
I don't know how I haven't gone insane yet. I swear last night I was close to losing it. I lay in bed, hearing Gabriella and Katrina giggling in the next room over as they had their "movie" night. I spent the entire time sulking. It was like that every damn night! It got to the point where I began plotting to f*****g kidnap my kitty kat and take her somewhere no one would ever find her just so we could be alone.
There wouldn't be her dad busting into her room, wanting to have dinner every f*****g night that week. Or Gabriella need
