Colour. Part 16

When my stomach calmed down I sat on the floor and wept. I cried and cried without even knowing why. I signed up for this life. Tate never promised me anything except a paycheck. And Morgan never claimed to be my friend.

I didn’t have a right to be angry, or even disappointed. I had been naive, so stupid. Just because Tate asked me not to fuck anyone else didn’t mean he planned on being monogamous, too.

My bed seemed to be singing my name. I crept under the covers and blared music to drown out the sorrows haunting my mind.

What was I going to do? I couldn’t stay here but I had nowhere else to go. Home to Mom? She couldn’t afford me. Even with all the money I’d already made off Tate, it would fly by in a few months and I would be back where I started, but worse because I’d be in a house of depression.

I couldn’t go to my sister, Becky, not only because she shared the bitch’s name, but because she was pregnant again and had lost herself. Iggy couldn’t let me l