I stood still, staring at the pictures I have in my hands. As much as I wanted to throw the pictures down and bawl my eyes out, I couldn't move.
Richard had tons of pictures of me that cringe my soul out of its place. He had been stalking and watching me. These were pictures of me sleeping, bathing, eating, hanging out with Clara, chatting with Olivia, jesting with Derrick, speaking with my mum, listening to my dad, making love with him, getting mad at the bar, walking and staring at the club, laying on the bed with Clara, walking through the flower shop, shopping for groceries, cooking, laughing, bawling, sleeping on my teenage bed, travelling home, pictures of my car, of Derrick and I kissing, lots of pictures of me having my bath.
I let out a loud laughter that wasn't in any way from the depth of my heart as I dropped the pictures to the ground.