It’s odd because I look the same, but inside, I feel wildly different. Like this is the first moment of the rest of my life. Surely I ought to look different in some way, if only to commemorate that. To mark the transition.
But I see nothing. Why do I feel disappointed?
“Jesus!” I whip around as the bathroom door slams open.
Casey stands at the threshold, glowering at me like some beast right out of a horror movie. His lips are pulled back over his teeth and his eyes are bloodshot. I can smell the alcohol coming off his clothes. The whiskey stain on his shirt confirms it.
He stalks into the bathroom, backing me into a corner. “It’s fuckin’ late.”
“I told you it was—”
He slams his hand against the wall directly beside my head. I cringe and bite my cheek so I don’t cry out.
I’ve heard
