Chapter Eight
A pounding woke me up a few hours later. Irritated that I couldn’t sleep the rest of the day, I stomped to the door and yanked it open to find Jack, Sawyer, and Alvin on my doorstep.
“Told you he was still sleeping.”
“He looks like shit.”
“He smells worse.”
“f**k you all,” I said and started to close the door on them.
“I still have a key,” Sawyer declared.
I let go of the door, knowing they’d come in anyway, and walked to the kitchen.
“What the hell are you all doing here?”
“We came to help with your house. Kiana said you had a few things you needed to take care of,” Sawyer explained.
I shook my head and grabbed a bottle of water. “I’ll handle it. No big deal.”
“Maybe not,” Alvin said, “but we came to help. At least let us do something.”
“Fine,” I said. “I need to
