Chapter 17

Fuck. That does it. This isn’t healthy. I don’t want to feel like this anymore. I’ve said my piece, and now I’m done with him. He could come crawling up to me right here and now and all I’d do is give him the finger.

Despite this resolve, when Terry’s phone chimed and displayed a new text from Kyle, his heart caught in his throat.

I need to talk to you,was all it said. No apologies, no explanations, nothing to convince Terry to reply, and yet Terry’s mind immediately started drafting a response.

NOW you want to talk? What about all the times I’ve reached out to you and you gave me the cold shoulder?

Too late for that. Fuck off.

Wait, who is this?

Do you mean on the phone or in person? We could meet up somewhere if you want.