Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Two.

Mirah

Anger.

Not at anyone, but at myself.

I'd allowed these. Every single thing that's happened. From my father, to Zeke. If I'd been strong-willed, my father wouldn't have tried to force me into marrying Jayden.

Now that I've finally ended things with Zeke, I expected to feel-

Well, I didn't know what I was expecting to feel. But drowning myself in some shots of alcohol, locking myself in, and burying myself in my bed sheets wasn't it.

I didn't need to see my reflection in the mirror, to know that I had dark circles. I hadn't eaten in days, and I felt so weak.

“If you don't open the door this instant, I'll have to pull it down!” Nessa's yell outside my door made me wince.

From experience, I knew she was really going to follow through with her threat. Cursing as much as my strength allowed me, I slowly clambered down the bed.

“Sweet Lord!” Nessa's eyes widened dramatically, when I opened the door.

“What?” I groaned. Surely, I didn't look so bad, di