Alisa
The next day, I sit at the nurse’s station, wondering what I’ve done. What the fuck I’ve set into motion and wondering how in the hell I’m going to deal with it. Now that I’ve given voice to what’s been happening, what I’ve been running from, I’m more nervous than ever.
Actually fucking scared.
I’ve always been the person who never wanted to rock the boat, who was willing to let things slide when they hurt me. Which is why I’ve let my parents get away with so much over the years. But this? I can’t let it slide. Not anymore.
I can’t let people continue to be hurt when I know it’s going on. It’s not fair to anyone, especially myself.
“Did you and pretty boy break up?” Stella asks as she has a seat beside me. “You look like you’re involved in some heavy duty thinking.