She was f*****g gone by the time I got back to her father’s house. And the old man hadn’t even noticed. Even sober he was beyond useless.
And she had left in a hurry. Half of her belongings were still strewn around her old childhood room.
She had left even after saying she wouldn’t.
But then wasn’t that what she was good at? Leaving? She always f*****g left.
But hadn’t I known she would, deep down? I had suspected she was planning something when she went from annoyingly argumentative to s*x kitten who was all sweetness and light. It made me suspect she had been trying to seduce me so she could leave when I passed out asleep.
I wouldn’t put it past her.
“What do you mean you don’t know when she left?” I rounded on the old man with a snarl. Cutter didn’t even raise his eyes to me,
