Love Me Back

Chapter 10

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February 27

Dear Finn,

I'm glad Jack is gone now.

He would always come home late, either wasted or high, a thousand lipstick stains all over his neck.

And every time I let him go. And I still let him in through the front door, and I still put up with his mood swings and his aggressiveness. Sometimes when he entered the apartment, he wasn't alone. His friends would funnel into the already cramped rooms, equally drunk, carrying their half-dressed girlfriends and spilling alcohol and drugs onto the clean, newly-vacuumed carpet.

Oh, and who did Jack carry up those stairs?

Bethany. What was he? A fucking extramarital person?

...Oh wait. We're not married.

I can't believe I've put up with his bullshit for so long.

So now I've got no home. I've been living out of my "friends'" apartments, and I can't seem to be able to grope my way out of this pitch-black room I've trapped myself in.

These thoughts and feelings are suffocating me, and I can't breathe normally anymore.

I'm slowly dying.

Please send help.

-Cara