CHAPTER 10: ELSA

I've had embarrassing experiences. A ton of them. But someway somehow, last week's incident made the other experiences seem like a child's play. I don't know what was more embarrassing; walking into Javier's office without the confidence to state my request properly or the fact that he totally shunned me.

Carlos hijacking me back to my room was definitely the least of my expectations. I thought and had set my mind to being whipped for making such an unruly demand. Getting shot at was also an expectation.

If only the floor could open up and swallow me.

What the hell was I even thinking, going to ask for my freedom. But that's just it. I wasn't thinking at all. If I was, I wouldn't have subjected myself to such embarrassment.

I've been less busy throughout the morning that I decided to catch up on my drawings. I have my third art of the day sitting on my desk as I compare them with the ones I drew a very long time ago when my dad was still alive. I've come a long way and made so much