Timmy comes back into the room, oblivious to the turmoil.
“You want something to eat?” he asks, as if the past half-hour hasn’t happened.
“No,” I reply, my voice distant.
He lingers, clearly uncomfortable with my silence. “I’m too scared to be around you,” he finally says. “You might hurt me.”
I scoff. “Yeah, Timmy—you’re terrified of me. That’s why you throw cockroaches at me and yell insults every other day.”
Me:
I can’t believe this is my life.
Alice:
Call his parents and arrange for him to go home with them.
It’s time.
Me:
You’re right.
Alice doesn’t need to say it again—I know this chapter of my life needs to end.
It’s time to rebuild without Timmy holding me back.
CHAPTER 55
BITCH LIPS & BUBBLE BATHS
MARGAUX
“Fuck you, talking to your friends about me,” sneers Timmy, pacing like a caged animal. His eyes dart to the TV, and without warning, he marches over. “I’m taking this away from you.”
He reaches out, but the universe decides to intervene. A sharpzapjolts him as static electricity bites his hand, and he flinches back, muttering curses under his breath. I suppress a laugh—barely. It’s the kind of karmic justice I don’t even have to orchestrate.
Then I notice the front door. Open.Again.
“Fuck! You let Sabre out again?” My voice rises, laced with panic.
Timmy smirks, leaning against the wall like he has all the time in the world. “Oops.”
Fucking asshole.
My pulse pounds as I drop to the floor, frantically scanning under the bed and in every possible hiding spot for Sabre. But then, as if on cue, the cat strolls in through the front door like a disgruntled teenager coming home past curfew.
I turn back to Timmy, my fury bubbling to the surface.“Stop letting my teenage cat out of the apartment!”
He throws his hands up in mock surrender. “I’m sorry, okay? It was a mistake.”
“It’salwaysa mistake, Timmy. Too little, too late. I’m sick of your shit.”
“Whatever,” he says, brushing me off. “I’m going to have a bubble bath to center myself.”
I gape at him. “What are you, some namaste motherfucker now?”
But he’s already gone, retreating to the bathroom like the sanctimonious jerk he is. The door closes, and soon the sound of running water fills the apartment. I exhale sharply, my fists clenching at my sides.