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In the land of Gods and monsters
I was an angel living in the garden of evil
—Lana Del Rey/Gods and Monsters
Alcohol used to be my antidote. The calmness to my anxiety, but looking at everything that was transpired, I could say it was insufficient. 
Perhaps karma finally catches up on me. That's what you get when you deceive people for living. Maybe I should get a normal job with my useless degree.
Dave has been very patient, to my surprise. And that makes it even harder for both of us. He's getting attached and it can put me in disadvantages when all of this is over.
Another thing that shocked me, the man refused to have sex with me in my vulnerable state. I don't know why his thoughtful action kinda angered me. My best bet is I start to feel guilty.
I am in a very dangerous situation.
When the hell breaks loose, I'm afraid I will be burned too. I don't think I can get away this time. Suddenly two months seems too long to execute the plan. 
Anna is right. Dave Spencer is not an easy target. My ignorance and arrogance get the best of me.
After my episode of breakdown we kinda avoid each other. We still sleep on the same bed, but it's completely platonic. I need to rearrange my mind and Dave seems to understand that I want some space.
I spend time to hang out in the garden with Stella instead. All the activities we're doing is kind of taking my mind off the real problem in hand.
But of course, I have to face it eventually. The problem in a form of man that's ready to give me his world. One I'm not hesitant to snatch. Almost too easy.
"We'll leave tonight. I need to be in New York tomorrow." His words are straightforward, demanding attention I'm not willing to give. His cold and indifferent demeanor pisses me off for some reason.
My eyes still focus at the task in hand as I'm painting my nails lilac. We've been ignoring each other these two days and it very likely drives him mad. 
I can see his jaw clench from my periphery. He's standing by the doorframe, a good distance he kills as I pretend he doesn't exist. Someone is finally fed up with my act.
He holds my wrist, making the nail polish smear unattractively. I glare up at him, a suppressed anger clouding my vision. His fury matches mine equally.
"I talked to you." He says.
"I heard you." I reply.
He looks like he can't calm his temper. Patience apparently has its limit and I've run too many tests on his.
"You're being childish again." He states, clearly irritated.
I know I am, but when he said it out loud, it upsets me more somehow.
"Okay, Dad." I mock. His eyes narrow at my tone, my words. I just fan the fire.
Surprisingly, he releases his hold on me. "What's wrong with you?" 
I twist the lid of my nail polish closed. My nails are still wet, smearing ugly I want nothing more than redo it. 
I stand on my feet, walking away from him. "If you don't want me anymore, just say the magic word." I just emphasized how childish I could be. Great. 
"Why would I do that?" he hisses as if I'm being ridiculous. "Don't walk away from me, Violet." 
I stop on my tracks. I don't like it when he's not calling me baby.