Twenty-One
My hands shook all the way home. I’d just quit my job. That was my way. See a small flame and throw gasoline on it so I could watch it burn. I was the very definition of a sadist. My favorite victim to inflict pain, suffering, and humiliation upon was myself.
How the hell was I going to pay our bills now? What would happen to our living situation? Why couldn’t I have just accepted their decision and at least continued on with my old job? But, no. I had to burn the bridge as I switched my a*s across it.
I pulled onto my street. There was a car at the top of my driveway. I recognized it immediately as Eagle’s. I sighed, but this exhale was one of relief. Getting Eagle on his knees, bending him to my will, was exactly the remedy I needed to cure this f****d up day. I parked in t
