Chapter 13
By the time Laura made it less than a minute’s walk to her bedroom, her fingers and hands and wrists and arms ached from clenching her fists. She closed the door behind her, clutched the fuzzy blue housecoat hanging on the back of it against her face, and yelled out a good, hearty f**k as loud as she could.
She breathed deep for a few seconds, listening to her heart pounding in her ears. She’d never had an evening, a day, or anything else go from so good to so bad so fast.
She dropped the housecoat and turned around, pounding her head against the door a few times for good measure.
The room didn’t look like such a dipshit lived in it. Walls painted a soothing indigo once she’d outgrown little girl pink, but was still young enough to want to annoy her mother. Laura liked it en
