It had been two weeks since everything happened. The bastard had the nerve to call me. I refused the call, but he left me a voicemail. He tried to apologize, but I deleted it and blocked his number. I don’t need him in my life. Dakota didn’t need to see the asshole called because he will only get mad. I enjoyed thinking of him as my protector. It makes him look even sexier to me. s**t, there I go again.
I was in my bedroom, getting prepared to head out tonight. Dakota had a solo show tonight at a smaller bar, so I’m meeting Carrie there to watch him play. I have gotten to know Carrie, and she is a delightful girl. Dakota might have found a decent girl, but something triggers my worry alarm. She still has given up little on her past or where she used to live. She acted as if she is trying
