He hated the man that drove him crazy and would stop at nothing to get him away from his sister. But yet, he found himself falling deeper under his spell, intoxicated by the forbidden affection he knew better than to covet. He had stolen the heart of the man his sister loved, and what was worse, he did not regret it
I managed to apply the ointment onto my back, to help soothe the pain. After which, I took a short nap, sleeping off my thoughts.
Till now, I don't understand why I cried that day, and I ultimately decided not to think too much about it.
I waited for Ferrari to come back and make me pay for lashing out at him. But he didn't return, for the entire night I was left alone in the cabin.
"This is my chance." I told myself, reaching into the bed frame, and pulling out the phone.
"Shit. I didn't take a charger." I cursed, the battery wasn't low, but it wouldn't last forever. I had to be selective about who to call and how many times I could.
Looking around the room, I noticed that there was no socket to charge, not a single one. I searched the entire cabin and it was the same everywhere.
Ferrari must've done that intentionally.