17
Shaun
Rather than sleep, I talked Krystal into packing a bag and hightailing it away from our apartment for a little while. I knew Drew would come looking for me, and I didn’t want to be anywhere he might think to look—and find me.
He’d called her cell and left a message, but we ignored his request.
Feeling the need to splurge, relax, and just f*****g live in silence for a few days, I pulled money from an ATM off Dad’s credit card, and got us a suite at the Boston Harbor Hotel. We’d be skipping classes, but at that point, I didn’t give two shits. I needed to relax.
We ate a late breakfast and drove around downtown doing a little shopping while wasting time until check-in even though rain fell.
I told her everything that happened from the moment I’d been torn from her side on Frida
