Chapter 5Monday, May 24, 2010
The tick-tock from the freaking cat clock was driving Phillipe mad. Mondays were always the worst. It was as if that f*****g clock had a built-in amplifier that could sense when it was Monday, and turned its volume up just to spite Phillipe—just to remind him of the ugly-ass cat on the wall.
He couldn’t stand looking at Delron. The mere thought of him made his blood boil. His breaths came faster, and his fingernails dug into the palms of his hands.
A week had gone by since Delron had last sneaked out at night, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t met the man during the day. Phillipe had no idea what Delron was up to when they weren’t together, and it wasn’t like Del would tell him.
He couldn’t think, couldn’t function. He’d lost his appetite, couldn’t sleep. He
