Abby

A curse slips out of my mouth as I lurch across my living room. My fingers are

clumsy as I fumble with the door handle, but finally, I yank it open. The porch

light filters in, revealing Karl, his figure imposing even in the darkness of the

street outside.

“What are you doing here?” I’m more tired than angry, and a little too drunk for

my own good, leaving my voice harsher than I really intend.

Karl’s eyes scan over me, taking in my haphazard state, before his gaze floats

past me and into the equally haphazard state of my apartment. “Why aren’t you

answering your phone?” he asks. “I’ve been trying to call you. I’m worried.”

Enter title…

partially to hide his view

steady myself. “I didn’t feel like

what I want it

do I need

Karl doesn’t budge. Instead, he steps forward, brushing past me before

He stands in my

half-eaten takeout food, the two wine

with the discarded towel before he

everyone’s been trying to reach

“Well, I haven’t been

been… busy.”

chest and frowns,

“Doing what? Watching old movies and spilling

look at the

as though that will somehow protect me. “Maybe,” I

what? It’s

defensiveness in my tone. I know I

only ever tried his best to help me win

can’t help it. Right now, I’m angry with the world, and I don’t entirely

why.

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