I couldn't sleep. I kept tossing and turning in my bed.
Fuck! The bed! I need to change the bed.
Before I knew it, all the memories came flooding, the betrayal, the hurt. I quickly got out of bed like it was on fire. Tears streaming down my face.
Fuck it, woman! You're better than this. The fucker is dead!
I kept on trying to hold my self up. Conversing with my self. But still couldn't do it. I needed someone.
My hands were trembling. I reached for my phone, it slipped out of my grips a couple of times but I managed to call Brenton. Didn't know why I press his number. But I just wanted somebody to be here, not talking about it.
He picked up, after a couple of rings.
"Nicolette? Are you okay?" His voice was heavy like he just woke up.
"Hey, Nicolette. Are you at the house?" He ask
