This chapter is chef's kiss. Can't wait to hear your thoughts in the comments!
Third Person:
Alisha lay in a musty, dingy motel room where a random man had taken her the night before. The air was stale, thick with the stench of cheap alcohol and regret. She stared at the cracked ceiling, her eyes tracing the water stains that looked like ghosts of her past - haunting her with every second that passed.
The sun had risen hours ago, but sleep never came. Her body was exhausted, her mind a warzone of regrets, but her eyes refused to close.
She turned her head slightly, her gaze falling on the man passed out beside her - a stranger whose name she didn't even bother to remember.
A lone tear slipped down her cheek.
How did it come to this?
She had promised herself she wouldn't sink this low again. But after the call from Andrew's lawyer last night, she had no choice. She needed to get away - as far away as possible.
That explained why she was now lying next to a stranger, in a rundown motel on the outskirts of Boston.
Her phone buzzed, the sound cutting through the suffocating silence.
She glanced at the screen, barely caring... until she saw the unknown number.
Without thinking, she answered.
"Alisha, this is immigration services."
Her breath caught.
"We've come to your attention regarding your visa status. There have been serious concerns raised. You are under investigation, and we'll be reviewing your case immediately."
Her heart stopped.
"What?" Her voice barely came out, a whisper soaked in fear. "There... there must be some mistake..."
But the line went dead.
The silence that followed was deafening.
The phone slipped from her trembling hand, landing softly on the stained sheets. But her mind? Her mind was in free fall.
If her visa got revoked...
She'd be forced out of the country.
No job.
No money.
Nothing.
Panic gripped her chest, her breaths coming in sharp, uneven gasps. This couldn't be happening.
She had burned every bridge.
She had no one left to save her.
Alisha blinked back the tears, her mind racing. She needed to fix this.
Without wasting another second, she shoved the dirty motel blanket off her body, barely registering the man still passed out beside her. He wasn't even worth a glance.
She stumbled toward the bathroom, but as she passed the cracked mirror hanging loosely on the wall, she froze.
Her reflection stared back at her- hollow eyes, smudged makeup from the night before, her hair a tangled mess, and her lips swollen from kissing a man she had met a few hours ago.
Is this who I've become?
She asked her conscience, as she stared deep in her own eyes through her reflection.
The woman who used to turn heads at elite parties, where her brother-in-law used to take her instead of his wife, now looked like a stranger.
Her clothes were wrinkled, her heels broken, and her soul... shattered.
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RomanceThe person I've dedicated my whole life to was standing in front of me holding his mistress's hand asking me to leave My chin trembled as I tried to speak. Ask him out about the words which had made me believe that what we had was something real. S...
