It was probably a bad idea for me to just leave work early even though I knew I had mountains of paperwork to get done but my body was numb and my mind on pause so I just said screw it and walked out.
It was barely after two and the usually busy streets were devoid of all traffic as I sped through, not really slowing to check if cops were on the road or if other vehicles would be doing something stupid around me.
In no time I was home and I marched straight up to my bed, ignoring the fact that I still had my shoes and clothes on as I threw myself onto it.
I shouldn't be this worried for a man I barely even knew but then how can I say that when the past several weeks that was all I did. I knew what pissed him off and what made him happy, which was a very rare sight. I knew what he ate fo
