Chapter 7 Mine

• I was shocked; he sounded so upset. Was it because I went to Jerry's show without inviting him? It wasn't my place to do so, but I can't dwell on petty shit. Wait— could it be because I slept in Jerry's bed? Shit, I need to get cleaned up and rush to work and tell him everything. I started running at that thought. Once I reached the apartment, the door swung open, revealing Jerry with his unnerving stare. The last fucking person I wanted to see.
• "Sweetheart, what a surprise; finished work already?" he asked lazily as he leaned against the doorpost, gazing at me amorously.
• My rage got the better of me, and I aggressively approached him with my finger in his face. I asked with absolute malice while tears ran down my cheeks, "What the fuck did you do to me yesterday?!"