I do not open the door to hear their reply.
I do not open the door to see the hurt my words have caused.
In the month we've known each other, I have never once meant to hurt Eric and Joey. I know I have, but their pain has always been something I regret. After all, they had always been innocent and undeserving of such responses.
Not this time.
Without bothering to bolt the door, I head to the bed. If they come in, fine. That's just another reason not to trust them. Not like they wouldn't break the door down, anyway. At least this time, there won't be the snapping of metal and loud bangs.
Jumping onto the bed, I grab my phone and stare at the blank screen. Right now, all I want to do is pretend the last two hours didn't happen. That I wasn't just put into a position of allowing myself
