"It's my fault, and I want to make it up to you," he insisted.
"I don't need any of your help. Goodbye," I ended the call.
The phone rang again, and it was still the same number calling. Caleb needs to stop this nonsense. He put me in this situation, and he thinks it's easy for me to get out of it? After I've fallen for the mafia lord? I've accepted my fate. This is my fate.
I lost my appetite after the call. I went to the kitchen to dump the food. I went to my room to sleep. I lay on the bed, but sleep wouldn't come. I tossed and turned; nothing was helping. I groaned for the hundredth time today. I really need some breather. I need to feel sane. It feels like the whole world is against me now.
