For the past hour, Patrick had been persistently calling her, bombarding her phone with messages she had no intention of opening. Finally, wary that he might show up again on her door with Luke to disturb her solitude, she reluctantly answered the phone.
"A few days later, she was back home from work, enjoying the tranquility. Jo sat in the living room, still in her work attire, carefully planning her upcoming holidays. She was eagerly looking forward to her free time.
Patrick was next to her gently stroking her head. He had some idea of what she was going through, but still, it was only a little part he could imagine. Finally, she fell asleep.
"I am not going, badass. My neighbor, the slut captain, is having a party tonight. I was invited. I have no desire to participate in it. So I'm sleeping on your couch tonight."
All this time, Luke sat quietly, watching them and listening intently to the discussion. He didn't know much about their environment, much less poking his nose into things he didn't know about. He just left for a moment to the front door as he ordered some takeaway.
"You are so afraid of letting somebody break the fucking wall which you have built around yourself, so it's easier to scare all the guys that come around you. Yes, that's the safest thing to do."