(19) Sleep Over and Gossip Blogs

Xavier's POV

"I am sorry about your dad," Zoey says to which I heave a long sigh. This is the last thing I want to talk about. I shiver involuntarily as small goosebumps prickle the surface of my tattooed arms. The realistic nightmare from earlier still haunt me even now. It's replaying itself over and over again in my head on a sick endless loop. It doesn't help at all that the man's birthday was suppose to be tomorrow. My heart clench painfully tugging at the fragile strings in my chest, the tragic scene from that day briefly flash itself in my mind. "My condolences,"

"It's fine," I lie. My shoulders slouch in a poor attempt of a shrug. The pain in my chest hits me over again tenfold, the corner of my eyes crinkle threatening to leak a wave of fresh tears. It has been two years and this shit still affects me this much. I shake my head silently refusing to let any fall. Instead I focus on the back of Zoey's head so I don't trip and tumble on her over these steep stairs. "Thank you