After what happened, I've been burying myself in work ever since. Two days have past since I saw him. Each night I'd have a dream of our past, each worse than the last. I'd either wake up screaming, are breathing heavily. Since it was the weekend and our parents were out of town, I didn't have to worry about them when I leave in the mornings for the warehouse.
I'd train in the gym, then watch the guys do their test, then I'd look over shipments, and documents.
So far I've haven't gotten over what happened, but all hopes for me.
It's four in the morning. I haven't slept well all weekend, so I decided not to sleep this time. I'm still at the warehouse, sorting through a few files on the next shipment of rum.
Madison was passed out on the couch, since she's been up the whole weekend calming me. I really feel bad for doing that to her. I sighed, walking over to the wall safe, placing the documents back and closing it.