Julia's POV
If shame could kill a person, I would have died the moment I slammed my bedroom door shut. Never in my entire life had I felt so humiliated, so completely foolish, so utterly used. The tears that had been building behind my eyes all day finally broke free the second I was alone, cascading down my cheeks like a dam had burst.
I didn't bother turning on the lights. I didn't even remove the blanket I had grabbed in my frantic escape when he threw me out of his room. I simply collapsed onto my bed and sobbed into my pillow, clutching it so desperately it felt like I was trying to keep my shattered pieces from scattering across the floor.
The tears came in waves, each one more devastating than the last. My chest felt crushed, my head throbbed with every heartbeat, and my heart ached in ways I never knew were possible. How had I allowed this to happen? How had I given so much of myself to someone who clearly wanted nothing to do with me?
I was finished.
