I can barely keep my eyes open. Somewhere on this god forsaken island, a damn cockerel is crowing relentlessly. Add a pounding headache to the mix, and it's safe to say that I haven't gotten a wink of sleep.
Gomez didn't come home last night. After Eddie and I locked ourselves in the cabin and tried to ignore the prying eyes that were probably watching our every move, I decided to give Hector a call. He was a contributing factor to my insomnia; I couldn't fall asleep until I knew he was safe. Not only did he refuse to pick up my numerous calls, but he also had the audacity to cancel every single one of them and cut me off. I was raging; Eddie and I needed him here -- we're being watched in his damn house, on his f*****g island, and he clearly doesn't care. Stuck with limited options, my g
