A Girl’s Diary

Chapter 61 - Dumping The Ice Bucket

Something shifted.

The woman who made her brother torture me for ages was the same woman who made me feel safe.

The one who loved me The one who believed in my talent. She was dead.

I couldn't differentiate between what was fake and what wasn't anymore. But I knew one thing.

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I was glad she died.

I didn't want to see her in jail and feel sympathy for her. I would've gone to visit her and she would've

messed my mind up even more.

I was crying silently. I should stop. But I couldn't.

Stop it, you stupid. You know what she did to you. How could you cry after all this?

But my eyes didn't listen they had a mind of their own.

Through my blurry eyes I saw the two figures exit the room before Ron's figure started moving. I

needed a distraction...

The moment he turned around, I reached out grapping a fistful of the scrub he was wearing. "Stay."

This one word was enough to make him get into bed spooning me, pulling me into his warm chest. That

was all I needed.

Someone to hold my shattered pieces.