Diary #15
Diary #15
Dear Mom,
It’s hard to believe I’ve been here a little over a month now. Outside my first day with the creepy guy and the weird run-in with Stefan, I haven’t encountered any danger. I’m beginning to believe I fabricated it all.
There’s still no word from Maddox, and I can’t find anything about his sister. She doesn’t seem to exist. I hope that means Maddox was successful and not that his father had her removed from this world.
Dad continues to ignore my attempts to reach out. I’m leaning more toward forgiveness, but it still hurts. I lost so much that I’m not sure I can ever get it back.
Though it doesn’t feel like I’ve lost anything when I stare across the table at the three men who’ve captured my heart.
I feel so loved and cherished. Lennox is sick of my sappy letters to her, but it’s all her fault, so she has to endure it.
I know I should be worried. The future is still out there, and I have people after me.
It’s just hard to care when I’m this blissfully happy.
A few orgasms a day probably helps with that.
My bike is finally ready, and I get to drive it to the shop tomorrow. I’m so excited; it’s been too long since I had my own wheels.
I’m looking forward to the freedom and spark of life that motorcycles give me.
I’m still trying to figure out how I can convince Bubba to let me race him there. I’m sure I’ll figure something out.
Love,
Darcie