Chapter Four
It takes me half an hour to make it from my car to my apartment. I
called Lucy twice to see if she could help me, but she didn’t answer
her phone. When I make it inside my apartment, I’m a little irritated
to see her lying on the couch with the phone to her ear.
I slam our front door behind me and she glances up. “What
happened to you?” she asks.
I use the wall for support as I hop toward the hallway. “Sprained my
ankle.”
When I make it to my bedroom door, she yells, “Sorry I didn’t
answer the phone! I’m talking to Alex! I was gonna call you back!”
“It’s fine!” I holler back at her, and then slam my bedroom door
shut. I go to the bathroom and find some old pain pills I had stuffed
into a cabinet. I swallow two of them and then fall onto my bed and
stare up at the ceiling.
I can’t believe I’ll be stuck in this apartment for an entire week. I
grab my phone and text my mother.
Sprained my ankle. I’m fine, but can I send you a list of things to grab for
me at the store?
I drop my phone onto my bed, and for the first time since she
moved here, I’m thankful my mother lives fairly close to me. It
actually hasn’t been that bad. I think I like her more now that my
father has passed away. I know it’s because I held a lot of resentment
toward her for never leaving him. Even though a lot of that
resentment has faded when it comes to my mother, I still have the
same feelings when I think of my father.
It can’t be good, still holding on to so much bitterness toward my
father. But dammit, he was awful. To my mother, to me, to Atlas.
Atlas.
I’ve been so busy with my mother’s move and secretly searching for
a new building between work hours, I haven’t had time to finish