I arrive home in a teary-eyed state, profusely hammering on the door. Chrissy opens it after what seemed like an eternity, Conrad standing behind her in only his baggy jeans.
“Nessa thank god, I was calling you a thousand times. What happened?” She asks as she steps to the side, dragging me in.
“My ah…. My phone is still off.” I look around trying to avoid any eye contact.
Shame has that effect on a woman. Avoiding eye contact and discussing the incident is critical if you want to avoid exposing yourself further than you already have.
“I left him. I told him I loved him and he.. he.. he told me he can not love me back, like, ever.” I cry out, running to my room.
II collapse into my bed, sobbing like a child. Seconds later, the bed dips and Chrissy begins rubbing my back in
