Sixty-Two

Ashanti

Carmen's words and actions made me lose composure. I was lost for words when I was ejected into the night, covering my face with my hands. I cringed and leaned against the wall outside the apartment, gulping hard and wondering why I felt like crying. It's not like anyone died.

Rigidly holding my tears in check, I swallowed hard, controlled my emotions, and shoved my hands into my pockets. The only thing I left the house with was my purse, which contained my phone and some cash.

Laughing it off, I walked away, each step leading me to the streets' nightlife. Things were never going to be the same again, and I knew that I would never step foot into Harrison and Carmen's apartment anymore.

I thought of Chadwick's house. I didn't want to feel any guilt tonight because I had kept my identity hidden. I needed a break from everyone and didn't have the strength to explain anything.

I kept walking from street to street without any destination in mind. Carmen’s reaction stung, but hey, n