-Blake West
I don't know how long I cried in the shower.
At first, it felt stupid—crying like a child over something so ridiculous. But once it started, I couldn't stop. The hot water hit my skin like needles, but it did nothing to wash away how humiliated I felt. I leaned against the cold tile, hugging my knees, my tears mixing with the steam and the water pouring over me.
What hurt wasn't just the pie.
It was… everything.
The way Chris laughed at me like I was a joke. The way her voice rang in my ears even now, her shrill laughter replaying in my head like a cruel soundtrack. The way Zade, even while apologizing, looked guilty but helpless, like he didn't know how to stop any of this from happening.
And the worst part?
I didn't even blame him.
I blamed myself.
Why do I keep ending up like this?
Why do I keep letting them humiliate me?
