I haven't moved since they left the room. Coming here was meant to fix things, but it seems to have made everything worse. I want to believe that staying will give me a chance to fix things. Surely, they will be in a better mood tomorrow.
Even I know that is bullshit. Standing, I grab my bag and leave. Staying the night feels wrong. They are only letting me stay because it's late. Driving back, I consider everything.
Alaric took things the wrong way, I was trying to help, after I made everything worse. Stopping at my place, I quietly go to my room. If Bex hears me, she will be right in here asking everything, and right now, I don't want that.
Taking out my phone, I hit the number.
"Boudoir Bunny."
"Hi, is Mr Hendrix in today?" I've tried every night if I wasn't there in person.
"Just
