Chapter 7: The Start of Something Strange
I burst through our apartment door, dropping my bag on the shoe mat. Desperately tugging off my heels, I can hear my thoughts ringing loudly through my ears, questioning and raging about a million different choices I could or should have made.
In the living room, River peeks over the couch, frowning. I march straight to the kitchen as she watches me go, “Whoa, what happened?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
Kirby pulls off his headphones, lowering his gaming controller as he does so, “Told you she was going on a sh*tty date.”
I whip around, glaring at him, “It wasn’t a freaking date, okay? At least I don’t think it was… But it wasn’t sh*tty. I just… I left. That’s all.”