Today's Thursday. Two days without seeing Ayla at school.
I stopped by their house immediately last night after hearing about her mother's overdose only to find it empty. Then I drove down to the hospital where her mother was strapped to an IV cord but Ayla wasn't there either.
I contemplated giving that molester Charlie a visit just in case Ayla was there to give him the news about his ex-fiancé but I knew her enough to think she'd rather chop off her own tongue than to step foot inside that house again.
Considering I had been driving for hours until one in the morning hoping to see her walking the streets while going over to places I thought she would be, I decided to sleep it off and hoped I'd see her at school in the morning.
And guess fuckin' what. It's eight in the evening and I
