My parents treated me like a servant. 1 day before…

know. I swear I didn’t know you were doing all that.

Tuesday afternoon, she finally got through to Trevor. He was cold.

“Khloe, I need some space.”

“Space? What does that mean?”

“It means my parents don’t want me seeing someone whose family treats people like that.”

He hung up.

At 4:00 p.m. on Christmas Eve, Trevor sent a text.

I think we should take a break.continue reading …