Don’t Do Too Well

I lie in bed for a few minutes trying to remind myself that Elliot has treated me far worse than I have treated him.

He deserves this. He deserves to feel sad and I shouldn't feel bad about it.

It's the law of life, if you hurt me, I’ll hurt you back.

"Can I come in?" Hunter asks from outside as he knocks on the door. I mumble a yes, "Oh, hi Angie, where's Elliot?"

"I don't know," I reply, my voice low, "He left. He's mad at me."

"Surprise, surprise,” he mutters sarcastically and laughs, sitting down on his bed and taking off his boots. I'm thinking so much about everything that I don't even pay much attention to how bad it smells, "What did you do now?"

"I... I said a couple of things that were a little bit wrong," I agree, letting all the air out of my lungs. I want to apologize to Elliot, but I don't know if I should. I don't know if this makes us even or if it's not even a quarter of what he made me suffer, "Do you think he'll forgive me?"

"I don't know what you said, but he'll f