CHAPTER ELEVEN
"My story?"
"Yeah." I shrugged. "I mean we have Roger's suicide attempt and my mental issues, so what's yours?"
Jack quirked his eyebrows before turning his gaze away from me.
"Well, uh, I've never really had a dreadful moment in my life." He shifted his gaze from me to Roger.
"Doesn't matter. As long as it's a memory that you'll never forget," Roger said and crossed his arms.
"I don't know. It's not as heartbreaking as yours are and it's not as sad. It's actually crazy and weird." Jack visibly shuddered.
"Doesn't matter. Just say it."
"Fine." He shifted a little towards the fire with a somewhat nervous expression on his face.
Well, well, well. This I have to hear. A devilish smile slowly found its way to my lips as I rested my chin on both my palms, waiting for hi
