Chapter 22

I didn't want to go back to my room. I was still wearing yesterday's clothes, I hadn't taken a shower or brushed my teeth. But I went outside, got on my bike, and just rode. I stopped by a store to buy something to eat, not sure how long I'd be staying out before I headed home. I just knew I didn't want to see my dad.

The spot was usually empty, almost no one ever went there. I was at this empty lot that gave way into a grassy field and some trees off in the distance. I parked my bike on the gravel, then walked all the way to the tree cover. There weren't that many anyway, but I stopped by the closest one and plopped down at its base, the bag with my snacks beside me.

For a moment, I just sat there, staring off into space and actually trying to think. I gave up eventually, sighing and leaning my head back against the tree.

Fuck. How many days has it been since every-thing went to shit? I thought.