Kyle
When I opened my eyes on Sunday morning, my head pounded like grenades were going off in my skull. I turned my face into the mattress and groaned, but the pounding didn’t go away. I realized after a while that it wasn’t only a roaring headache; someone was actually pounding on my front door.
Dammit. I was not in the mood to play nice. I just wanted to turn over and sleep. Maybe for a whole year. If I stayed in bed, whoever it was would catch a hint.
I had no idea who it could be. I didn’t get many visitors— surprise or expected. Ever since my breakup years ago, I kept to myself. I couldn’t f*****g find it within me to be interested in seriously pursuing a woman. I just wanted to be left alone by the world.
I closed my eyes, but the constant thumping didn’t stop, which only made my
