Portia
Fuck you for doing this to me.
Right.
Because I made him threaten to break my cousin's neck. I made him into this crazy man who has a personality disorder.
Who's scary as f**k.
I suck in a shaky breath. He wants me to look pretty tonight? That's not happening. My eyes are puffy and red, skin blotchy from crying all day long and over what?
Him? God. Something is seriously wrong with me. Maybe it's me with the mental disorder.
"I need a friend, Portia. Just one friend."
I pick at my cuticle and try to forget how he looked when he said that. How he sounded.
How much more screwed up can things get?
Someone knocks on the door and I expect Lenore with another tray of food. She's tried twice now but it's not that I don't want to eat. It's that I can't.
It's close to five so I gu
