Chapter 23
Jessi
It had been a week since I’d talked to Christopher and I hoped it hurt. I hoped he was wallowing in his own self-pity somewhere wondering why the hell I wasn’t returning his calls. I hoped he was crying himself to sleep at night and wondering what he did wrong, and finally getting a small taste of what he put me through a year and a half ago.
But then again, I was getting it too.
Every time I saw a call come through from him, a part of me wanted to pick it up. A large part of me, in fact. And I wasn’t deleting his voice messages. Nope. Instead, I was replaying them over and over and putting myself through the same f*****g torture I went through after he left. I laid in bed at night wondering how he was. The angry part of me hoped he was suffering while the soft part of
