Jake
An incoming call wakes me up, and I bolt upright to fetch my phone and answer it before it goes to voicemail. It would be a lie to say I actually slept last night, because I didn't, I mostly tossed and turned, consumed by guilt that the girl was sleeping in that dingy room, on the hard floor. On the f*****g floor. I allowed a woman to sleep on the floor. What kind of sick f**k am I? A scared one, because I couldn't find it in me to speak to her face to face, and so when I delivered her the food, I made sure to be as quiet as a mouse and bolted as soon as the tray with food was safely on the floor in front of her door. And that is another thing I felt shitty about. I had kidnapped the poor woman and swore to myself that I knew how bad my actions looked, and how I wanted her to leave i
