The next couple of days, it felt like I was kept within a prison , two types of prison, one within my own mind that kept going through everything Adam had told me. The other was my own house, for someone who always kept herself busy. This was torture
, don’t get me wrong. I managed to plow through a lot of decorating. My room was fully done and Doug had brought me some paint I’d requested and I’d painted the hall.
Me and Adam were in some kind of weird stand off. He could read my mind, so I tried not to think about stuff I knew he would argue with. So when he goes somewhere, who knows where. But he would leave me with Liam and Kyle at my house. I’d think through everything again then. How could I deal with this? because Adam was telling me nothing about how they planned to sort my curr
