Page 325 of Glass (Crank 2)

inch TV, stare

mindlessly at

whatever’s on.

And only now

do I let myself

cry.

No Word from Trey

Despite the desperate voice

mails I left. I can’t stand

sitting here, alone. No one

to talk to. No one to laugh

with. Only the monster for

company. What fun is that?

I’m going crazy. Fucking

crazy. Even hanging with

Mom and Scott would be

better than this. At least

I’d have Hunter to play

with. A sudden wave of

guilt rolls over m

e. With

it comes a thought. Would

they let me move back in?

I dial the house, but get

the machine. Aagh! Maybe

I should just get in my car.

and drive out there. [No

one’s home, idiot.] I’ve

got to talk to someone.

Who can I call? Robyn?

Source: www.allfreenovel.com