53. Blood on my hands

86. Blood on my hands

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Looks like somebody had their first fight. I cannot help but wonder if I am the reason behind it. I wanted to listen to her voice when I called. It didn’t take me much to figure out she was at his place late at night.

I am not jealous or anything. She can fuck anyone she wants. But the problem is them getting closer would mean she wouldn’t even talk to me or give me any chance.

That’s why I sent that text at unsourly hour. It was a long shot.

But I think it worked.

I must be damn lucky. I snort at the thought.

She refused to meet me tonight and said we can talk at my party this weekend. But with Jacob hovering around her, I am not sure how I will do that. I just need to figure out some way to keep Jacob away from her that night.

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I pick up a pile of dirty laundry from Alfred’s room to clean up. It fucking stinks. His clothes, and his room in general, stinks real bad. Sometimes I want to burn his stuff. Truth is sometimes I want to burn this house t