Inhale, Exhale

CHAPTER NINETEEN



F*ck!

I am an a*shole.

A f*ckin’ a*shole.

I wanted to punch myself in the face.

Repeatedly.

I deserved it. I deserved the anger in her eyes and the fiery twists of guilt that were currently rotting in my gut. I don’t know what possessed me to say those things. I was frustrated at the situation, and pissed she believed that douche over me.

I didn’t see Jillian for the rest of the night. Or the next day. She didn’t come to work on Tuesday, or Wednesday. I didn’t know if she was staying away because of her grandmother or because of me.

And I didn’t know how to make it right.

F*ck!





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