Chapter 18

I reached my car and drove off. What I've heard from the staff still lingering freshly in my head. Slut. I'm not a slut... I tried to push those words out of my head but more just kept coming. And tears came pouring out of my eyes like it was an ocean. I managed to reach my house. Believe me when I say it's a miracle I got home without getting in an accident or something. I got inside the house, and the clicking of a spoon filled my ears. Zara must have heard me opening the door as she walked toward me. Her eyes widened. "What happened, ma'am? Are you okay?" She asked worriedly. I managed to keep myself from crying. "I got fired," I said and she gasped. "How- why?" She asked. "I don't know." I suddenly cried. I don't know why this happened to me. The thought that a man touched me without me knowing is already killing me. They were right. I'm a slut. I shouldn't have gone to that stupid party. A part of me wanted to blame Yvonne and a part scolded against that. It wasn't her