The Devil Visits Me

I peeled myself from the bed and sat up. I could feel the hunger chewing on my intestines, I really needed to get something to eat.

But before I could do that, I replied to Chris’s text. I told him that I understood and that I had no issue with him leaving me without telling me.

Then I proceeded to reply to Fallon’s text. I told her to send me the address and I would be there, but that if it was about the deal that she was offering, my mind still was not going to change.

She then replied, ‘Forget about the meet-up, I have other plans.’

I stared at the message for a few seconds and then shrugged lightly. I did not mind. I needed the day anyway; to be able to relax and do some deep thinking.

Getting out of bed, I headed for the shower.

I removed my clothes and stepped under the warm spray, letting it wash away the remnants of sleep and uncertainty. The water cascaded over me, soothing my tense muscles and calming my racing thoughts about everything that had been going on, if only f