Chapter 4: ‘SHE’S NOT THERE ANYMORE.’ -MARK
I opened my eyes, the starry night was no longer lingering it's silent love above me. Above me instead, was a white ceiling. A fan in the center of the room and with the lights turned off, the brightness streamed in through the open windows.
I could see the gleaming sun, with clouds of pure white cotton surrounding the ball of light, and I feel the heat of its gaze. My body was swaddled in a blue fluffy blanket on Mark's bed, I bet his wife is pissed. Fudge.
PARTOL! Fuck.
Mark Travis walked in, he seems tired. Bags under his eyes that I knew he didn't have the night before.
"Hey, you idiot." He started.
"Hey, was I there again?" I cut to the chase.
"Yeah, man. This isn't okay; she's not there anymore," he claimed.
"Fuc- Uh I mean, fudge," I restart.
"No worries, the old woman isn't here."
"Damn! Chase her away already?"
"No! She's shopping with my boy."
"Okay, okay. I'll go on peacefully," I laugh weakly, my head was killing me. I lie back down on the bed and close my eyes.
"Max, it's time," Mark informed.
"For work?"
"No. To talk to them."
"Bloody hell no." I snort. "Those guys will cry my praises. Fuuuuuuuc-nnnnn. Mark, it's at this point you know that I won't willingly go to one of those talks."
"Whatever. We both know you'll end up there somehow."
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