Me: You’re the only one who gets to fuck me.
Me: For now.
Fox: I'd better bring my A game.
Me: You always do.
I hop in the shower and try to wash the day away. Fifteen minutes later, I come back to my phone to check if there’re any more texts from Ryan or Fox.
One missed call. - unknown number.
An old dread claws out of my stomach and into my throat. I thought this part of my life was over. The next hour is spent trying to rationalize and affirm my safety. Bo can’t find me. I changed my SIM card, deleted all social media, and moved to the opposite side of the city. I am safe. Meathead, Bad Breath, and Small Dick found me by accident. It was bad luck, not a coordinated track-down. They aren’t smart enough. Bo moved on to someone else. He can’t find me. I’m safe.
But while I’m trying to figure out my future, my past haunts me.
