Chapter 24
Eros Dylan Donovan
Ghost
Mike and I are not in good terms. I'm an asshole who needs to be whacked by a giant mallet so I could have my sense back. But every time I look at him, I cannot avoid the guilt that is eating me. It has become a huge mess for the both of us. Every time we would pass each other, it's like we're strangers, not giving a glance, or even an acknowledgement! I know it's my fault, but I can't help but be sad and hurt.
I have f****d up real bad.
Going into the kitchen area, my body freezes as I see Mike frying some bacon. He's busying himself with things like that so he could ignore anyone. Even Brad. I open the fridge and get a water pitcher, and glass, and pour myself a drink then chug it down in one try. He never looks up at me, just busies himself by fr
