I slid down the back of the door, until I was sitting flat on the floor, pulling my knees tight against my chest to stop myself from shaking.
The tears just wouldn't stop. They poured down my face, soaking right into the fabric of my jeans as I buried my face in my arms.
"No matter where I go... I'm always just gonna be accused?" I choked out, the words muffled against my knees, breaking so badly.
Why does this always happen to me? I thought, my mind kept spinning back to every single time I'd been made to feel like nothing.
What did I ever do to deserve a life where everyone just assumes I'm a piece of garbage they can kick around?
I didn't want to look up. I didn't want to see the pity or the judgment on Noel's face.
This room felt like a fortress.
It was dark, and smelled entirely of him.
