Chapter 22
“Elijah, talk to me,” Lucy says as she stops in front of my house. I keep silent even though I am looking at her in a silent rage, which I am sure she can sense. “Elijah, seriously. Why did Sam want to see you?” Lucy asks once more as I open the car door to get out. Again I do not answer her. I can’t talk about it. I just can’t. There is just too much going on in my life and it is as if I can’t find the worlds in my mind to formulize what I am thinking and feeling. For the umpteenth time in so many years I am actually speechless. “Okay. Then don’t talk to me. Don’t talk to anybody. I don’t need this s**t in my life.” She barely waits until I am out of the car before she speeds of, leaving behind burn tire and lots of fumes. “b***h,” I mutter as I start climbing the stairs to my ap
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