Piti
"Piti, please! Let me in, I'm begging you!" CJ calls out from outside.
I've been sitting on the staircase facing the front door, listening to him beg for the past hour. After everything he's put me through, it's very satisfying.
"I'm not leaving until you let me in!"
I pull out my phone and seriously consider calling the police. I was hoping it wouldn't have to come to this, but he's gotten on my last nerve. He's been persistent since we came back to Chicago a month ago, but I'm not giving in. I refuse to waste anymore time on someone I can't trust.
"Piti, I swear to god, I'll break the door down," he huffs.
Even though I don't take his threats seriously, I'm sick of tired of him acting as if I owe him my time. He betrayed me. He broke my heart. Isn't it my decision to
