ze

trying to process everything that had happened and why I was in an unacquainted room. This is

ted last night that I can't even recall what

hailed a cab. I could remember walking into the

. I pressed the wrong floor on the elevator and I ended up here in the suite floor. I mus

y away from drinking too much. I always end up doing the most insane things. Mys

, Idon't even know how he looks like. The room

de me felt more arouse. He's such a damn great kisser. If I wasn't panicking right now, I wou

me beg him to f*ck me-hard. I honestly can't blame myself for wanting more. He's good at i

ho he could be and why on earth did he left

ated me that he just left me in the room. He practically used me

y dress. I put on my dress as spot a piece of paper and a

s. I'll be back in a couple of hours. Order wha

g his name or anything off the card. Who does he think he is to tell m

t for some random guy that used me, knowing I was wasted and wasn't in m

t with a man that wittingly deserted me after a one-night stand. I couldn't even wear my hee

'm pretty sure Ann doesn't know what she had done last night. I was wasted but she was more drunk than

ven. I enter our room and it was scattered with my clothes and hers

were missed calls from my mother but I ignore it. There's only one reason she's calling and I'm no

me every day. Now it escalated with that guy. "Jerk..." I need to stop calling him that because I don't even know exactly wh

that guy is going to come for me. And I also have to go back because of my mother's threatening messages. I don't even know why

n my suitcase and hop into shower, hoping I'd be out of here before Ann wak

nd the guy on the floor. There were still sleeping. I know it's going to hur

ready to head back home, Italy. I look o

ly regret coming to Omaha. I wanted to visit Hawaii or Maldives i

uilty for absolutely no reason. Possibly because that was liter

m. Why wouldn't I call him a jerk? Why wouldn't I hate him even though I have no clue of who he is. I know he has to be rich to bo

shouldn't let a strangers thoughts make me go lose myself. And I shouldn't le

ino in a couple of minutes. I exhaled as I buckled up my seatbelt. I've slept mostly throughout the almost eleven-ho

forever, we finally l

text from my mother-it was my mother. "Damnit," I grunts under he

ight now, and don't wast

her phone, and shoved it

woman takes me as. He

to do that. And before I started college, I used to save up money even though she steals

our savings. The part that exasperated me more is how she never seems to win. She

nd check. I sigh, mumbling under my breath. I'm not even ready to hear what she has to say but I'd be da

the money away like you always do," Iaffirmed. I need to start steppi

y! Our lives is on the line if you don't fucking send me

ise not to gamble

tell me wha

y," I avowed, myhand in the air as

thless life. You're at the airport, right? They're watching you, Hazel. They know

call my mother has put both our lives in danger with her debts. Iheave a desolate sigh as I log in

ir to have to go to sleep, fearing you won't wake up the next day because some treacherous men are always watching you and th

money again. I think it won't scare her because she doesn't even read my texts after she gets

ey I had with me. But I'd rather give out my last penny t

n a year and half. I plan to work at a fashion company, save up to open my own fashion store. I was thinking of living Italy for