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“Hey, we’re home,” Mitch says, shaking me awake.
“Shit, did I fall asleep?” I ask, looking around at the empty car.
“Only as soon as we pulled out of the driveway. Did you even sleep last night?”
“No,” I tell him honestly.
He looks at me concerned.
“It’s not like that. I just had some shit on my mind.”
“I worry about you, Mar,” he says.
“Well don’t. I can handle myself,” I tell him, getting out of the car.
“Trust me, I know that. But you’re the only family I’ve got.”
“Sorry, Mitch.”
“Don’t be sorry. Neither one of us really knows what we’re doing.” He shrugs.
My dad’s car is nowhere to be found.
“Where do you think Clark went last night?” I ask, walking into the house, my brother close behind me.
“Beats me. He does that a lot. I think he’s going through some shit. He doesn’t like to tell me too much if he thinks it’s going to inconvenience me. I try telling him that friends are here to help you carry burdens, but he doesn’t agree with that.”
I don’t say anything, just walk upstairs to my bedroom, tossing my bags on the floor.
“Hey,” Mitch says, peeking his head inside my bedroom.
“Yeah?”
“I’ve got to head into work. I probably won't be home until late tonight. Maybe after one. Are you going to be okay here?”
“Mitch, I’ve stayed home alone before,” I say, looking at him like he’s crazy.
“I know.”
“Don’t,” I say, putting my hand up to stop him. “I’m fine. I told you that.”
“All right. I’m sorry.” He backs out of the room, hands up in defense.
Once Mitch leaves, I hook my phone up to the Bluetooth and play what I call my sad girl playlist. It’s a list of songs I’ve put together throughout the years when I just want to belt out my feelings. I showered before he left and threw on an oversized T-shirt to wear to bed.
I’m dancing around my bedroom, singing ‘All Love’ by FLETCHER,when I can just feel his presence. After the last two encounters I’ve had with him, there’s no way I wouldn’t know when he’s walked into a room.
“What the fuck, Clark? You scared the shit out of me,” I say, reaching over to grab my phone and turn the music down.
His gaze on my bare legs is unnerving. Every time he looks at me, it feels like he’s lighting a fire on my body.
“Did you fuck him?”
I look at him confused.
“I’m sorry? What?”
“Did you fuck that douchebag from the beach?”
