Leon was right. I needed to start treating myself better.
I had to eat well, take care of my health, and keep my spirits up. I deserved to be happy. I shouldn't be tearing myself apart in agony over a man like Ferris.
But after just two bites of my breakfast wrap, a sudden wave of nausea hit me. I dropped the food, rushed to the restroom, and began to dry heave uncontrollably.
Yet nothing came up.
My stomach was empty except for the two meager bites I had just forced down and that undigested pill. A bitter, sour taste coated the back of my throat.
The sheer force of my retching forced tears into my eyes. I squeezed them shut, letting the hot drops roll down my cheeks.
Ferris, you always knew exactly how to bully me.
Was it because I had always been too forgiving that you grew so brazen, carelessly trampling my heart and my dignity into the dirt?
But no more.
Never again.
I was going to sever every tie I had to you, and from now on, you wouldn't have the power to affect me ever again.
When I finally stepped out of the stall and walked over to the sink to wash my hands, I unexpectedly ran into a familiar face.
Zelda pushed open the door of the stall next to mine. Even though the two of us were the only ones at the sinks, she deliberately crowded into my personal space, reaching her arms over to use the exact faucet I was already using.
Not wanting any physical contact with her whatsoever, I frowned, quickly pulling my hands back, and shot her a look of blatant annoyance.
Zelda was usually a tough one to silence, but under my relentless glare, she actually dropped her eyes. Her lips parted, but no words came out.
I turned around and walked out.
As I left the bathroom, I heard her mutter under her breath, "Did someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed today? Such a psycho..."
I wasn't a psycho; she had simply decided to act like a bitch and walked right into my line of fire. I wasn't going to hold back on her.
I couldn't stomach the rest of my breakfast, so I took another stomach pill to finally soothe the pain. Once I threw myself into my work, my racing thoughts began to settle.
It wasn't until late afternoon, as I was preparing for my evening shift, that my phone started blowing up with a call.
It was Vivian. I walked over to the window to answer it. The moment I picked up, her voice erupted with unhinged fury. "Selena, I'm giving you fifteen minutes. Get yourself to the estate, right this instant!"

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