“What a d**k. Honestly, who the Heaven does he think he is? Does he really think he could just do that to you?!” Kasey paced back and forth in her apartment with her arms crossed and a sinister look in her eye.
I curled into the side of her plush white sofa and clutched a pillow to my chest as closely as I used to with Trevon. When I walked out of the bar three hours ago, I didn’t feel this bad. But when I made it to Kasey’s, it hit me. Hard.
Trevon would never visit me after work with a bottle of white wine and a pepperoni pizza again. He would never hold me when I woke up at night from a nightmare of Mom’s death again. He would never love me—really, truly love me—again. At least, I wouldn’t let him. I couldn’t.
There was no way in Hell that I’d go back to him now, no way that I’d forg
