Bridger beamed at me after I agreed to let him take me out. He grabbed my hand, and practically dragged me to his car. Bridger was even a gentleman and opened the door for me.
Unfortunately, all I feel is numb. I shouldn't have agreed to this. I have absolutely zero intentions of ever accepting Bridger. Not only did he already reject me, he's been a total a.ss since he's been here. I get that I've been avoiding him, but damn. It's like no one respects my boundaries again.
I remember the last time I complained about that. It was after Mom followed me around for two straight weeks. After getting sober, she told me that I don't get boundaries.
Is that still true? Am I still being punished by fate for killing all those people? For doing all of those drugs.
Those people deserved everything
