He’s beyond abnormal. Please tell me you’re leaving.
I stare at her message, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. The truth is, I don’t know what to say. I want to leave. I want to pack my bags and never look back. I want to tell her that I’ve finally had enough, and that I mean it this time. But something about Timmy still has its claws in me, and I hate myself for it.
Me:
I’m not sure yet.
Because I’m not. And that’s what terrifies me the most.
As I hit send, tears blur my vision. I feel like I’m drowning, caught in a current I can’t escape. And the worst part? I’m starting to think I’ve forgotten how to swim.
CHAPTER 53
DOMESTIC KLEPTOMANIA
MARGAUX
TWO DAYS LATER
Me:
Ahaha. You were right. You usually are.
Alice:
What about?
I mean, I like being right.
Me:
You know what.
Alice:
Not yet.
Me:
There was a day of greatness.
And then he got all mad, bc I saw on his phone he had a bunch of local women doing porn. And it turned out he handed his phone to some local teen. But also looked up if I was on there.
And found anyone who looked like me bc… as everyone knows, all I do out here is bang guys and also make sure it’s on video WHAT (neither).
Alice:
That’s his mental illness talking.
Me:
Wild! With all my spare time to MAKE PORN… bc I drove off to get Thai food for half an hour yesterday.
Alice:
With his diagnosis, it means he doesn’t think like normal people.
I send her a picture of the cat from the Thai restaurant, and then a shot of the restaurant’s front door.