Savage Mafia Prince

Savage

I t’s been one week since The Incident?. I’m finally over the hump of my medication withdrawal, thank fuck, but that doesn’t change the fact that Micah has permanently installed me in his bedroom instead of the couch.

He claims it’s to support my “healing”, and it was a mistake to leave me out there in the first place. But if he meant physical healing, then I feel like he’d be taking the couch instead of sleeping in here with me. He wants me here so he can spy on me and make sure I’m not rummaging through the kitchen knives or something.

If he thinks I haven’t noticed the sudden absence of sharp things and overdosey things inside his apartment, he’s underestimating me. I’m a wreck, but I’m not an idiot. He’s watching me every minute of every day that he’s not at work, like I’m a block of C4 with a really, really long fuse that we’re both waiting to finally go off.