Entering my house, I found the two familiar women sitting on one of the couches in the living room, the TV on and p**n displaying in front of them. My eyes trailed down to their hands which were in their pants. I gagged loud enough for them to hear me, not bothering to hide my disgust. How f*****g gross—
"Your husband is probably dead and you're watching p**n?" I asked Liza, standing a safe distance away from them.
"What are you saying?" Liza asked, looking up at me while removing her hand from her pants, wiping them on them making me look away, completely grossed out. Guess I'd be fasting for the next few years— "Noah is at a party in Michele Yang's house."
"He was shot," I informed, my tone unbothered, "and was taken to the hospital. Now he's probably fighting between life and death
