Chapter 11
Brandon
Jesus f**k, this woman is gonna give me an ulcer. She continues mumbling about how she’s okay and I shake my head at her alcohol-induced antics. Finally, she passes out, and I reposition her so she’s on her back with her head propped up on a couple of pillows. I grab the garbage can from the bathroom and set it close to her on the floor.
She’s gotta have some Tylenol or something, so I dig through her cabinets. A tan, oval-shaped box catches my eye, and I pull it down. Already knowing what’s inside, my gut clenches as to why she would need birth control pills. I don’t expect her to be a virgin, but the thought of her f*****g somebody else makes my body shake with rage.
I won’t pretend I’ve been a saint, but any woman I f****d was nothing but a willing p***y, somethin
