Secrets, Addictions

Katya

I didn't realize how long I sat on the floor with my tears wetting the screen, till a knock sounded against the door.

I wiped my tears immediately and rose to my feet, knowing I must keep this a secret, especially from Ferrara.

One moment, he made me believe I could trust him, and the next, something would happen to wrench me away from that fantasy I had plunged into.

It was cruel, what he did to me, time and again.

I cleared my throat, keeping my voice as neutral as possible, "Come on in."

The door knob was pulled, and Ferrara stepped in with his powerful presence and cologne, coming towards me.

I had questions, so many of them.

I was now sure that my mom had baked the brownies I had seen in his car on her birthday, which meant he was communicating with her.

Was he holding her captive?

"Hey, you suddenly walked upstairs by yourself, thought you were done crying, why are there tears in your eyes?"

The concern in his voice tempted me to ask him about my mother.

I was tired