(Malory)
It’s a quiet walk back to my. It’s late, and I’m exhausted from school, work, and the crippling thoughts of things. All I want to do is drop onto my bed and fall asleep.
I find my keys –I open my door –I step inside –I huff a breath.
I drag myself up the stairs and into my room. I switch the light on. I sigh. I drop my bags. I collapse onto my bed and stare at the ceiling for a while.
My message tone rings.
Davidson: we need to talk
Me: I told you I needed space and time away from you.
and I honestly don’t want to talk to you. Especially after what I saw that day. And after what we found out at school today.
Davidson: Malory it’s been two weeks and nothing has happened to me yet. You’re either selling me out or you’re not. If you’re going to do it, hurry up so I can get the fuck out of this mess, if not, then I know you want me to explain why I did it.