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. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

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.

As bad as it may sound.

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.