Page 356 of Breaking the Rules
Chapter Fifty-Three
Hunter
All night, I toss and turn.
My head buzzes.
The betrayal streaking Emma's expression.
The disgust in Brendon's eyes.
The same as Chase's stare.
The same as the day he caught me drinking and kicked me out of his life.
I'm still a piece of shit.
I'm still fucking up everything.
Yeah, maybe I'm sober now.
Maybe I'm staying away from the bottle.
But I'm as toxic as ever.
After a few hours, I give up on sleep. Find a spot on the couch. Stare at my cell.
Think of something to text Emma.
Come up empty.
Sometime around six thirty, the sun streaks the curtains. It falls over the empty apartment—I've got a mattress, a frame, and a suitcase full of clothes.
That's it.
I'm due at work in a few hours.
I can't ditch my appointments.
I can't face everyone I've hurt.
Not until I fix this.
I rack my brain for solutions.
The one that hits me is obvious.
It's awful.
But it's the only way.
