Yvonne POV.

I got home in anger and threw down everything on my desk. I squatted down in my room for 8n 5 years as I remember what Russeli did. I will never forgive him, even if he is a popular person, I will never forgive him.

I brought my knees up and buried my face sobbing, he had played me like 8 was one of his toys like I was a plaything, I look so pathetic now, I was excited when he kissed, I was so excited when he hugged me, only for him to smash it down to me that he felt nothing.

Why can't he just tell...