Jasper
Barrett needs to fucking leave. He's been a pain in my ass since he got here. I was having a good conversation with Daisy, almost opening up to her. Even though we'd shared words that were as far away from opening up as we'd ever been. In those quiet moments we had before he showed up, I'd felt close to her. Closer than I've been in years. I could feel it, on the tip of my tongue, ready to explode, and if he hadn't come over when he had? I would've done it.
Maybe I should be thanking the Lord that he showed up when he did, because I've never confessed to someone the shit that happened with my grandfather. I was always told not to, that no one would believe me, and I held that close to my heart, obviously longer than I should've. Needing to get Barrett out is becoming more of a must. So I make a big deal out of stretching and yawning. "I'm so damn tired," I sigh heavily, rubbing at my eyes.