Page 21 of The Sicilian's Obsession
Arturo pulled all the way away from me. The loss of his body hit and disappointment set in. I peeked at his face to see rage over his features.
"A virgin?" He looked shocked. He got off the bed, and before I could say anything else, he stalked out of the room with his clothes, slamming the door behind him. I was shocked, my mind not even able to process what had just happened. Why did he leave? I was spiraling. I tried to go after him but standing was not an option. I fell to the floor, my wobbly legs unable to hold my weight. I crawled to the bathroom to see if I could go pee. When I managed to pull myself up onto the toilet, I noted the redness between my legs. My eyes started to water, but I held fast—not until I was safe. I jumped in the shower to wash his scent off my body. I never wanted to smell him again.
The next few weeks flew by, and I didn't see Arturo at all. He had another person from the company on me at all times. He never came back to the house after that night. I didn't know how to take that. All I knew for certain was that he was a complete and total asshole. I also felt like a miserable bitch. Everything reminded me of him. He made me open to him and then rejected me. I couldn't stop that voice in the back of my mind that told me I wasn't good enough.
Worthless.
Trash.
Bitch.
I wasn't sure how much longer I could take this. The loneliness settled in, and the anxiety had me scratching my skin. My father wasn't answering his phone, and I had no way of knowing when he was coming back. I was all alone. All alone, and no one wanted me. I didn't even want to be me.
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