Chapter 23 - The Messes We've Made
Chapter 23 - The Messes We've Made I'm not sure how long I laid there with my head in my hands, crying to myself. Maybe it was five minutes, maybe it was five hours. I'm not sure. All I know is when my throat was raw, my face was swollen, and my eyes felt like they were going to pop from my head, that's when I was finally able to pull myself together enough to drag myself out of the way. I had been sitting directly below the front steps, not an ideal place for a pity party. I felt horrible; not only for what I had done to Grayson but also because the mix of m*******a and alcohol in my system was not agreeing with me. The last thing I wanted to do was see Wes, at least not at that moment. If he saw me like this, I would have to tell him everything. I was willing to go to whatever lengths
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