Chapter 14

Blaire.

Zachary used to love me. He would do anything for me. But now, he was making me miserable. Even when he’s not around, the fact that I knew he was going out his way to avoid me was killing me. When he did speak to me, he had to be so damn insensitive and harsh! It was like he lived and breathed his hatred for me, and he was not shy about it. Or he touched me in appropriate ways, making me want him so badly I was close to forgetting who he was or where we were.

I fell asleep crying, like I always did in the past two months.

***

Monday morning, I dressed up in a royal blue skirt that ended a few inches above my knees and a tucked-in white chiffon turtleneck with a white tube underneath. I completed the ensemble with a pair of black boots. I was wearing a pair of black boy shorts under the skirt as a backup for any wardrobe malfunction. I curled the ends of my hair and put on a blue hairband. I didn’t put on makeup, just red lip gloss. I took one last look at myself in the mirror,