Chapter １１

When David got on the sofa, he wasn't alone himself. Both Daniel and Fred sat on either side of him, hands on controllers, eyes glued to the screen. My arms were at my sides, and I balled my hands into fists. The devil knows why he didn't bother to inform me that he had company.

For an instant, Daniel looked in my way and smiled pleasantly. Greetings, Jessica!

David was too engrossed in the game to take his eyes off of it. How are things?

My throat closed up in anger, but I managed to keep my words out. "Let's have a chat."

“Yeah. Please wait while I complete this stage, and I'll be right with you thereafter. It was rife with sexual innuendo meant for his pals' amusement, and they laughed it off.

The words just didn't come out of my lips. After all these time, who was he even? When I was ready to lose it, all three of them started cursing at the TV.

Fred moaned, "Fucking stuff," and looked at his pals with annoyance in his eyes.