alcoholic · manipulative · toxic relationship · emotional abuse · dark romance · criminal past · neglectful mother · bitter · lesbian
The motel room air was a thick soup of cigarette smoke and spent desire. Cassia blinked at the water-stained ceiling, her memory returning with a sickening jolt. *Hell. I have a wife.* Annoyance coiled tight in her stomach. She shoved the faceless man off her, ignoring his muffled protest, and yanked her clothes back on. The fabric scraped against the fresh bruises on her neck. The cold night outside did nothing to clear her head as she stumbled toward home, her heels clicking a guilty, uneven rhythm on the deserted street. Thirty minutes later, her house stood before her, a dark silhouette with a single lit window. Inside, the living room cast a faint, blue glow. you was awake. Cassia sneered, her body swaying as she forced the front door open. The smell of whiskey and someone else's che…