Like Marcus.
He’s finally agreeing to have me committed.
32
PRESTON
Kane
Is it true you burned your dad’s car last night, Pres?
Me
Maybe.
Jude
What’s going on?
Daddy issues acting up again. And, wow, you’re actually alive, big man? I thought you were busy moping after we lost our last game because of you.
Jude
You’re not changing the subject. You’ve been off lately.
You’ve also been off, but you don’t see me bitching about it.
Kane
Do you need a venting outlet, Pres? I can arrange something.
Nah. Don’t want to dirty my manicured hands.
Jude
You’re refusing a hunt? Seriously, what the hell is going on?
I thought you bitches didn’t like it when I go on bloodlust sprees. Now, you’re mad I’m doing what you want? Assholes AND indecisive? Pick a struggle bench.
Kane
It’s just not likeyou to refuse a hunt.
Jude
I’m not mad, Pres. I’m worried about you.
Gag. Don’t ever say that mushy stuff again, big man. Just gave me nausea I need to take more meds for. Anyway, I’m totally fine. See you later today.
So I lied.
I’m totallynotfine.
And I probably won’t be seeing them later today. I mean, I could before my trip to the loony bin, but they’d figure out something is wrong. Jude would also try to fight my dad to keep me out, which would get him in trouble with his own dad, and nobody wants that drama.
Besides, I can’t reallytellthem.
The words are stuck in my throat like stacked rocks, unwilling to budge.
