"I think I finally get it."

"Get what?" There was something about the look in his eyes, the confidence, the surety, that had me swallowing hard.

"You." And as he smiled, it was almost smug. "I get you, Oz. You're a little, Aren't you?"

If only I had known at the time just how much those few little words were going to change my life.

The Little Of Oz Series

Then I scolded the hell out of myself. I wasn't like that. I needed to screw my head on tighter. /"Vodka,/" I muttered. /"There was some at home . . ../"

/"I — /" I blinked with a sigh. /"The order isn't right in my head,/" I muttered. /"I think so. I punched my bedroom door. Lots. Mom's gonna be pissed./"

I was starting to make sense of everything. I was starting to regain feeling in my toes again and I could feel my thoughts trying to work out the damage they had caused.

/"Don't go. Please. . . don't leave me./" I wasn't sure why I said that. I wasn't sure why him sitting back down made me feel better.

/"Everybody leaves,/" I informed him. /"They leave but they're still here, which is worse than if they had just left altogether./"

Chapter109