KATLYN
I slammed my bedroom door and rushed into the bathroom. Unable to control the urge anymore I smashed my fist into the mirror above the washbasin. Pain shot through my knuckles and travelled up my arm, the mirror cracked and half of it splintered down around the sink. I looked at the distorted image of myself in the broken mirror and watched the anger displayed on my face and raging in my eyes. But beside that there was hurt that burned through me, the hurt that I had never been able to move past.
Not since he has slayed me open with his words that dripped with disgust, stomped all over my hopes and ignored me ever since like I didn’t even exist for him. But now here he was, and pretending like he cared. Pretending that if I went to a s*x club then it’ll affect him in any way. And
