EVE.
Kyrie was acting weird. Not Saint-weird, thank God. I preferred his own brand of "weird" to that of Saint's.
Saint hadn't been home for the past three days now. No word from him. No calls. No texts.
I felt relieved. At least no surprise s*x. No being used like a rag until I couldn't walk. No knife or breath play while he took me like it was his last s*x on earth.
And I hoped and prayed that by the time he returned from wherever he'd gone to, he should have forgotten all the abominations he uttered while he f****d me like a madman on a rampage.
I still felt filthy.
I couldn't walk for three days. I stayed at home. Today was my first day in school for the whole week. And I barely dragged myself to school.
And guess what? It was a Friday! How unserious I'd become with my studie
