What the hell?
Jack was her friend? Or was she just saying that? I come all the way here, beat up Jack, and now I’m broke, and my motorcycle has half a tank of gas.
Damn it!
There was so many things I could have done differently, could’ve asked who Jack was, could’ve listened to her, could’ve,could’ve,could’ve…
God Dammit!
I strode over to the door of the hotel, there was only one thing I could do. I tried to look as pathetic as possible. I leaned against the glass and mouthed an “I’m sorry” she let me in, I told my story, about Ashley, my ride here, everything. Before I knew it, my clothes were clean and I had my cell phone in my hand.
I called her.
“I told you to stay out of my life, Tom” Ashley’s dangerously sweet voice came through my cell phone.
I didn’t listen, I needed to know one thing.
“Where to I go wrong?” I asked,my voice trembling.
PLEASE ,PLEASE,PLEASE,PLEASE TELL ME !