* Book two of "I should feel like:" please read the first one before this.
This book focuses on the aftermath of the book being release into the public eye.
More importantly, El's mental health.
Josh trying to save her by the only thing he knows...
El stood on Josh's front porch holding a box of bandaids.
The news reports surrounded her mother as she waited for the door to be answered. Josh opened it and peeked out slightly. Once he saw El there he flung it open and yanked her inside.
Joanne trusted Josh. He had saved her only child. Every night she went to bed thanking him in her head.
El took in her surroundings; the apple and cinnamon scented house, the bland living room with an odd hot pink blanket resting over the back of the couch. The closed curtains. Josh's bruised up face.
"I heard about what happened. Some news reporters caught me taking the trash out and bombarded me with questions. Figured you would need some. Sorry they're Spongebob ones, my mom thought it was funny." El handed the box to Josh, he took them and nodded.
"I'm sorry I'm not talking much. My face is killing me."
"Where? Here?" El poked the bruised and swollen cheekbone. Josh pulled away and grabbed her hand wincing in pain. "That's what you get."
"How did you find out where I lived?"
"The news. Put some ice on it, trust me I'm an expert on this." Josh frowned at her remark.
"You shouldn't have to be."
"I deserve it. Bye Josh, remember to use ice."
As she opened the door Josh yelled that her statement was bullshit.
El wished it was.
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