I ended up in Hayden’s car and I felt so angry that my chest felt like it could explode at any moment. Crossing my arms over my chest I stared out of the window. Although I was thankful that Hayden didn’t completely blow our covers and tell my friend about everything that was truly going on, I still felt like he had invaded my private space.
My friends and everything that happened inside that restaurant during dinner was a part of my real life. It was a life where he didn’t exist and didn’t have a place in. How can he not understand that? I don’t want this mafia nightmare that I was going through to be a part of my real life. I felt so stressed out about all this and I felt like I was going to cry.
