The minute I got home from Lem’s, I stashed my equipment in the music room and collapsed on the couch, too tired to even make it upstairs. I awoke at eight o’clock the next morning needing to piss, and with a major kink in my spine.
When I checked my phone after I brushed my teeth and showered, there were at least ten texts from Joey which I deleted. He had some nerve trying to talk to me. I was serious this time. I wouldn’t be doing anything for him, ever again. He was poison and careless with the feelings of others. My heart couldn’t take it anymore, and I needed to stop torturing myself. He would never change.
I was making pancakes in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. “Just a second!” I yelled as I flipped one and took the pan off the burner briefly so I could get the door. I opened
