60 The person behind his misery
Aaron threw the last cup of coffee to the floor, the little remnant of the coffee spilled out, staining the floor. He groaned and hit his head with his fist, wishing that the buzzing would stop. It didn’t and it was eating him up from the inside.
He glanced at the five or so cups he’d thrown on the floor, his heart sinking. He hadn’t slept the entire night, he hadn’t eaten the previous day. His lips were parched and dry, and some parts were peeling away like dried up scales. But, none of that mattered. The trembling in his body only served to remind him of the dire situation he was in.
He’d been pondering about it the day before, going through everything he could from the past ten years. Gracie had found him after his mother had been murdered. She’d taken him in and sheltered him, giving him everything he needed.