(Alina)
I didn’t say anything on the ride home. Damian didn’t say anything too. He just kept his hand on mine, like that made everything okay.
It didn’t.
I wasn’t mad about the money. I was mad that he decided for me. Like I didn’t get a say in my own life since this isn't something that I wanted and he knows.
When we got home, I kicked off my heels the second we stepped inside. My feet were throbbing.
“You want to shower first?” he asked.
I shook my head. “You go ahead.”
He nodded and walked off. I dropped onto the couch and stared at nothing.
I wanted to scream. Or cry. Or both.
But instead, I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. I wasn’t even watching it.
I kept thinking about what he said. You are mine.
Was that supposed to make me feel loved? Or trapped?
I didn’t eve
