Thorn

I called Aria as I parked somewhere close to their apartment and waited for her to pick up. It was early Monday morning and I was certain that she would be about to leave the house now.

If Moses hadn’t acted like a dickhead, none of this would have been happening.

I had thought that he would dare to be violent with me, but he had let me leave his room, raining threats on me, but I wasn’t moved. He knew that he couldn’t do anything to me.

“I am done with the friendship anyway,” I ...