Olivia's POV
I didn't sleep
I didn't cry either.
I remained by the corner of the room, the events replaying in my head over and over again, it felt like it was just now that I found those pictures, it felt like I could still see Luca hurting him, it felt like I could still hear his words haunting me.
The bag, which had everything is still outside, I am sure Luca has seen it, Luca knows that I know and he would never let me leave.
I sat on the ground, watching the blood dry from underneath my fingernail like it belonged to me.
It didn't.
He made me watch
He made me even more scared, he made me prettified and then he stopped because I didn't want him to anymore.
