I apologize for that
The entire ride home, Hayes’s head leaned against my shoulder. He slept the entire ride, I didn’t. I couldn’t.
My high had completely worn off, and now I’m just left with a headache, a bruised body, and sticky wet clothes that didn’t belong to me.
My mind was turning on me, as if I wasn’t already going through enough. I know it’s just my mind f*****g with me, but it was really f*****g me over to the point where I was convinced. I’d convinced myself that everything that happened today, was my fault.
Before I can try to mentally fix what my mind had morphed, we’d arrive at my house.
Everyone else gets out of the car. It’s just Hayes and I in the back seat, car lights beaming on my mess. I hang my head, and stare at the black floor in fear of those outside of the car
