Lyla
I paced around my room for what felt like hours. Rashid's haunted expression hammered inside of my head so loudly I wanted to throw up.
What did I do?
I've never seen him look at me that way. Like he didn't even recognize me.
Bending over, I clutched my head in my hands.
Fuck.
My anger had gotten the better of me. I should've told him to leave me alone, so I could run back here and cool down. But, of course, my stupid mouth had to keep going, accusing him of things I didn't even care about. I didn't care if he spent money on me or took me to fancy restaurants. None of that mattered in the grand scheme of things. What mattered to me more was he wanted to do those things in the first place because he wanted me to spend time with me.
It made me feel special. Important. Like I ma
