Chapter 23

Opening the fridge for the bottles I keep there, I realise it isn’t even on. I close and open it again before feeling inside—it’s completely warm; the sour smell of food going off tells me another shitty appliance in here has packed in, and I sigh. Slamming it shut angrily because it’s something else I don’t need right now… I have enough stress. Another little notch on the crap list of crappier things that are trying to send me over the edge this week. My cooker doesn’t work. Now the goddamn fridge doesn’t work. The shower has already packed in, and baths are temperamental. I don’t have a microwave after it exploded, and now, I don’t have the money to think about buying anything anymore.

Will anything else go wrong in this godforsaken place this week?

“I’ll make it worth your while.” Alexi is behind me almost instantly, scaring the bejesus out of me, and I jump in obvious reaction because I was distracted and didn’t hear him sneak up on me. Cursing him out mentally for s