Chapter 17

"So what you're saying is, I should expect you back at three in the morning drunk off your ass with some skank from the bar?" she sneered with a look of pain in her eyes. I fought back the feeling of guilt that surged in my chest at the sight. Damn it all to hell, why can one look from her do me in like this? No. No, that's not true. She doesn't affect me. She doesn't. "I guess we'll just find out, won't we?" I shot back, the words instantly leaving a bad taste in my mouth after I'd said them, but it was too late to take them back. Her eyes welled up with tears, but she jutted her chin up to try and appear unaffected. I spun on my heels to exit the apartment, but her call of you're such an asshole! stopped me. Don't do it Brock. You don't mean it. You don't fucking mean it and you don't even need the last goddamn word. "Oh, and by the way, I finally ordered you a full body pillow so you can sleep on your goddamn own again." I yelled b