23
ZEKE
I took a personal day on Friday, asking Mrs. Vale to reschedule my handful of appointments for the following week. Good thing too, since my cell started dinging while I showered away the sweat from a seven-mile run that hadn’t done s**t to empty my mind.
Her.
“Goddamnit.”
She’d gone silent after spewing all the s**t that had gotten me riled enough to check on her ass, and I’d hoped she’d finally disappeared for the last time.
Psychobitch: Lying cunt.
Psychobitch: You’re a piece of s**t.
Psychobitch: A goddamn hypocrite.
Psychobitch: f*****g failure.
Psychobitch: You’re going to rot in hell.
Psychobitch: What I wouldn’t give to get my hands on you. But not for pleasure this time. Oh no. You’re going to pay for what you did.
For what I did?
My hands shook as I started ty
