61: Stay

I can't sleep.

The encounter with my brother is still fresh on my mind. I'm in the living room wearing an oversized t-shirt and drinking Devon's finest brandy. I'll wake up hungover tomorrow, but am I even going back to work for Damien after what happened? It's clear that he's attracted to me, he wanted me. I could feel it in his touch and in his kiss, but this just serves to exacerbates my situation. How do I get out of this city? What if he comes after me? If I was mildly paranoid before, I have every right to be now.

I drink from the bottle deeply.

And for Aaron to come here and treat me like that, it's depressing. All I tried to do was help him, but it seems like it was the wrong thing to do. I should've just stayed home, working at Donnie's. It was an unremarkable life, but at least I was safe. All of this is weighing my shoulders down, and Aaron's condemnation has added even more weight to the already prodigious mass I'm carrying. I expected his disapproval, but I thought that