HUNDRED AND ONE

JORDAN

“You think I haven’t tried?” I sounded like a damn broken record. “She isn’t listening.”

At this point, I’m lost. And I am not even trying to hide it.

“Then you leave her the hell alone. I don’t even know where your head is at this days.” Nathan drawled, a hint of suspicion leaked into his voice. “We have an appointment with Meyer and you shouldn’t even think of slipping out.”

I headed out of the living room and almost crashed into Rodney.

“You’re messed up.” His eyes darted left and right my face.

“Just shut the hell up, Rode.” My voice was flat. Cold.

They are making it hard for me to hide my feelings. All sorts of my emotions, they wasn’t hard for them to read.

I wasn’t aware of how much I had let my guard down with them. Probably because I am exhausted to the brim, heavy weighted emotions shouldered for me alone and helplessly, I let my shoulder sag.

I let some of my hurt down. It was getting too gruesome to bear.

“You’re pained Jordan. If you’re going to keep on sulk