Elena
Six days. I kept chanting that to myself. Reminding myself that I only have to bear it for six more days until then I won't have to stay with Marco anymore. My mother would be coming back in six days. I haven't been happier about that than I was when she texted me that they’d be back. Like I wasn't even angry at the fact that she texted instead of calling. What matters is she would be back and I would move into her house. Yes, my relationship with her isn't that cool but it's better than staying at Marco’s house where my body does things it was supposed to.
After the pool incident, I was so embarrassed because Marco still looked at me with his dangerous eyes as I returned inside. Despite covering my chest with my hands, I know it won't clear the image of his dark eyes on my chest.
