Chapter 141 Shattered Mess Continued

• It wasn't planned for him to see me like this, a shattered mess on the verge of crying uncontrollably. Terrified that Tyrone was nude directly behind me, I pushed myself to turn away as he threw off his brief shorts and dove into the shower. After hurriedly leaving the restroom, I returned to my bedroom and opened the curtains to let natural light stream onto the carpet while I started changing my bed linens. I sobbed the whole time, and they were covered in puke stains.
• Surprisingly, I cried for Tyrone as much as my father and closest friend. His glassy green eyes fluttered under my lids, lifeless and unmoving, and I fell to the floor. What type of bizarre, deranged dream did I experience? It was the most terrifying thing I had ever experienced to see Tyrone die; usually, I was the one who died.
• When my room was pristine, and there was no sign that I had puked, my muscles hurt from all the Febreeze I had sprayed. I was too tired to make Tyrone a hearty meal like I had promised last night, so I trudged down the stairs. I wrecked his first overnight stay, which was his first time. I damaged everything. I prepared some cereal and then collapsed, sitting at the dinner table with my cereal bowl, an aspirin, and a glass of water.