THIRTY-ONE
LeoI rush out of that basement as fast as my feet will carry me, needing to get distance between me and her. Getting into my car, I slam the door and repeatedly bang my palms against the steering wheel.
Seeing her was a bad idea. She looked so lost and frail, sitting alone in the corner of that basement. I’m sure her annoying roommate dragged her out against her will. She clearly wasn’t in the partying mood. I shouldn’t have gone. I know that, but she deserved some sort of good-bye, an explanation. Though I’m not sure if I adequately conveyed either.
I drive back to my house, the one I haven’t been to since Christmas Day. After my two-week bender, where I should’ve OD’d and died ten times over, I checked into a treatment center to detox and get clean—again. My life is a revol
