Chapter 5

Did this man just threaten me?

I call his number again, but he does not answer. Chuckling to myself, I place the phone back from whence it came and I walk towards the windows.

“It’s all going wrong,” I say myself as I skip the hard glass of my apartment window. Pain course through my palm, but I keep hitting the substance.

After my fit, I’m left heavily breathing with a bruised palm. I slide to the ground slowly and I begin to cry.

I’m not crying because I’m afraid for my life. Fear is not in my dictionary, and it will never be.

I’m crying because I failed. I’m crying because, for the first time in my professional career, I messed up.

And all for what? Meaningless sex?

But was the sex meaningless? If so, then why did I lay in bed with that man until I fell asleep?

I shut my emotions down for a reason, and because they’re coming back to life again, mistakes are being made.

It’s time to fix all this. I sniff and I wipe the trail that my t