Chapter Nine
By the time I get through the front door of my apartment, my cheeks are stained with tears. My makeup is messed up. If anyone sees my face, they’d see the mark on my cheek from where Rich slapped me. I feel furious at myself for letting him get under my skin and sad at myself for taking so long to pin his a*s to the wall.
He has to be lying, I repeat to myself over and over as I pace my living room, Matt would tell me if the studio isn’t happy with me. Wouldn’t he? I would like to think that he would tell me.
I tell myself not to believe a word Rich has said to me but I find myself dwelling on it. I text back Sarah and tell her I would like to meet with her to look at the scrapbook but at the moment, I cannot see the point. As I pace my house, I think to myself that even if
