Chapter Eleven

Ariana's POV

I didn't stop running until I reached the dressing room and firmly shut the door behind me, I took a deep even breathe and wiped my eyes with the back of my hands, my eyes quickly scanned the room and I felt relieved that it was empty, I needed this time alone, I let my knees fold as I dropped to the floor and placed my head between my knees and allowed the tears to flow, this life is just so unfair and I was feeling tired of it already, no one love me neither do any care for me, I'm all alone, I wish I had someone I can talk to but I wasn't supposed to be alone, I have a father and a sister but their ill-treatment of me, while I was staying with them, made my stomach churn, I wish Sam could show me at least a little bit of love, a little bit of support but neither she nor my dad had even shown concern when I was taken in as a slave by Dylan. Dylan, he has treated me with as much contempt as he could ever since the incident of him laying with me, I was supposed to