Nichole
"I was afraid." Drego finally said something.
Despite my efforts, I faced him, my desire to hear an explanation, greater than the hurt I was still feeling.
It had been five weeks since the night I left his house. He'd been cruel and I vowed never to put myself in a position where someone would hurt me like that ever again.
I'd exaggerated my worth in his life. It became clear as day when three weeks passed and I heard nothing from him. Not a phone call. Not even a message of apology.
It had been devastating. I can't remember the last time I felt so weak, so broken that working no longer served as a reprieve.
Not like I had much to do anyway.
Since I decided not to return to Drego's company, I'd been helping my dad with little tasks.