Start Over

Joanna's POV

THREE DAYS HAVE PASSED since Frank told me all that transpired, and I remained in my room, sulking on my bed with spoonfuls of ice

cream and episode after episode of Wildower.

Even after a few days, I felt like I should be relieved and a bit happy, but I wasn’t. Instead I was comfortable wallowing in my own sweat and freezing my heart with ice cream. A knock on my bedroom jolted me from my stupor.

“Who goes?” I yelled.

“Shut the hell up and open this damn pile of wood!” Tenda howled while she pounded incessantly on the door.

Groaning and muttering curse words under my breath, I stalked over and unlocked it.

“Get out,” I growled in irritation when I realized she wasn’t the only one as she was surrounded by the bunch of goons I called friends.

“Nope,” Tony spoke while the rest just ignored me and stepped into the room with smiling faces that I was sure meant trouble.