Beau
What the hell?
Outside my window, someone was dying a tragic death. The wail of a wounded animal was more soothing than the crap that was coming through my thankfully closed window. I could only imagine how grotesque the sound would be if it were open.
“Shut up!" I yelled out into my empty bedroom, pissed that I was being pulled from my slumber. I'd been restless for days, ever since I walked out on Hendrix and took the Uber home. He was all I could think about.
Was he okay?
What triggered him?
Did I really mean so little?
Sure, he had called me these last few days trying to get a hold of me, but I deleted each voice or text without finding out what each contained. My heart couldn't take his berating. His demand of me to come back to his apartment as if nothing ever happened.
