Walking around the room, I grabbed up my clothes and put them on. I had to get out of here, there was no reason to just stay behind. Besides, this place was trashed anyway. I wanted to go home. Real home. With Alyx. She could understand me, she would tell me how it was and she wasn't all about the fucking sugar coating bullshit that other people would be like.
When I arrived at the house, I looked around and sighed, looking down at my clothes and then checked myself in the mirror. I looked like shit and I needed a fucking shower. The bruises that were coating my face and arms were already gone and the pain in my stomach and ribs was gone too. I was back to normal so to speak, except one thing. I was actually hurt. Not physical hurt, but emotional hurt.
Lindsey isn't the same and it's all my fucking fault, of course. I did this and now I only have myself to blame, right? Whatever. Frowning when I walked into her house, I heard my phone ring and I dug through my purse getting it out. I heard Edmundo say something smart, but I just ignored him as I walked down the hall to my old room. Picking up, I held the phone to my ear and sighed.
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