The words ‘Hey, it's me. Pick up’, kept flashing like a slideshow in my mind for the rest of the day.
I just couldn't get it out of my mind, no matter how badly I wanted to ignore it. It was haunting me at this point in time.
“Dammit” I cursed, as the image flashed in my head for the 209th time this night.
“For a girl, you really have a sailor's mouth,” Dee commented from the couch.
“So, do you” I retorted unintelligently, not having anything else to say really.
I was slightly on edge and I couldn't even tell her what was making me this way.
“I sense a lot of negative energy from you” she said flatly, not even bothering to look my way as she spoke.
She had succeeded in getting me to put on nice clothes and I was just about to eat something healthy for the first time in days.
But s
