Jake as a hostage

Valerie

After Luke left, I completed my order and had my breakfast brought to me, but not without red wine. I need the booze to replenish the sizzling erotic sensation he had erupted in me before he left. 

Unfortunately, the wine only made me sober, and my mind reminisced about the horrible experience I had gone through this weekend. Sitting on the large comfy bed, with a white duvet around me, while I sip from my glass as my mind fell into disarray and total turmoil.

The feeling of confiding in someone- someone close to me that could understand everything I was going through was so overwhelming, but anytime I remember that I couldn't divulge this emotion of emptiness inside me, I gradually understand what it meant to be dead. 

Should I call my mother and let her know about this?