CHAPTER 7

The minute he pulled into the mansion's driveway, he put the car into park. I noticed how he didn't turn off the ignition, he just sat there. A tear had made its way down my cheek before I harshly wiped it away and looked at him.

"You were right, okay? I don't have anybody. I don't have a home. I don't have a family. I don't have a love or a want. No one wants me! Okay? You were right!" I shouted as tears began to pour down my cheeks. All the emotions that I've had pent up since the funeral began to come out of me.

"No one wants me," I sobbed out before continuing, "And I'm so damn used to it!"

I looked over at him, but I couldn't make out much due to the tears that were blurring my vision. "I'm used to people not wanting me. Sometimes when I look in the mirror don't even want myself," I muttered as another sob climbed out of my throat.

Not realizing that I was having a complete mental breakdown in front of a psychotic stranger, I looked away and out of the window.

"What would you ca