Giovanni
I press pause on my controller, making Roberto groan, “Maaaaaaan! What the hell?!”
“I need a cigarette,” I murmur, getting up.
He shouts again as I’m practically out of the room. “Mid-fight?”
I step out on my terrace, lighting a cigarette and puffing the smoke up into the air.
I definitely didn’t recover from the blow Danielle struck me down with yesterday.
Her words replay in my head over and over again.
You are not my boyfriend!
This has nothing to do with you!
You don’t owe me!
I scoff to myself as I take another pull, and murmur to myself, “The hell I don’t!”
After getting into my bed last night, I couldn’t even catch a single minute of sleep. Because every time I closed my eyes, I would see her creamy skin covered in dark bruises.
And yet I was so angry
