18. Chapter 18
Chapter eighteen
A dam
She finally did it.
There’s a roaring in my head, like all the cruel and hurtful words that have ever been said to me are being repeated now but not whispered or spoken softly. No. They’re screamed, every one of them shouted simultaneously in a symphony of torment. My mother’s voice is loudest.
Piece of shit.
Ruined my life.
Who could ever love you?
Of all the terrible words I’ve heard in my life, including the ones my mother spoke, none can compare to this.
None of them matter.
Except this word.
Cupcake .
The worst of them all because…it’s not just a word.
It’s the end.
Jessica
Saturday—no West.
Sunday—no West.
Monday—no West.
Tuesday—no West
Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday—no West.
He’s not here.
Not watching. Not spying.
Not laughing.
Not kissing me until I see stars.
Just…gone.
This is what I asked for, so why am I so fucking miserable?