Chapter 54 Becker's Anger

• Dulce parked her car in the garage and placed her head on the steering. She was tired. Annoyingly so. She felt like she had walked out of a furnace and the sound of the cameras and clicking and reporters screaming her name with different unreasonable questions and too many unrealistic assumptions.
• She had a headache coming on and it was worse than ever. She placed her hand on her chest and heaved heavily. Her adrenaline was still rushing and her palms sweated like a track runner on a summer's day. She wondered how celebrities dealt with these conferences and nearly keeled. It was different tho. They weren't standing on the podium to publicly announced to they were a sexual offender.
• Her heart dropped even further in her chest. She had just told everyone she had raped a millionaire. It felt like a dream. A nightmare. She couldn't imagine how it would play out. While she spoke, she felt like she was on autopilot. Her lips moved and her brain formed words in response to the millions of questions that tumbled out and never seemed to end. Her stomach grumbled in protest and her knees shook. The shock of it all coupled with the anxiety and the stress and the frustrating reporters crippled her.