32. I am not leaving

I lay down numbly on my bed, staring at the ceiling and my brain is cracking and trying to figure out what to do about the current situation at hand. I’m still trying to figure out how I ended up in this mess, how did things turn out to be like this. I am beginning to wonder how Maxwell must have felt when he found himself in this shit. Thinking about this can literally make one to go insane, the pressure from the thoughts alone can drive anyone crazy.

I sit up again and stretch my back to ease the pains of lying down, I have not felt so confused like this in my entire life. Even when my parents were killed and I had to see my mother breathe her last breath, those horrific images can not be compared to what I am facing now in the name of having two mates.

To add to my horror and confusion, Isabel had to come in to see me having sex with Noemi on the couch. How humiliating! How am I going to explain this to Isabel now?

My door opens and David comes in, he sits beside me and hits my che