FISHER HOME
Thank God they're not home,
Jason
thinks as he unlocks the front door. The mere thought of having to
deal with his parents had him in knots the whole drive home, and his relief
at finding both of their cars gone when he pulled into the driveway was
palpable. Now he pushes the door open and slips inside, locking the door
behind him immediately.
He climbs the stairs to his room,
forcing his way through the flood of thoughts that threatens to drown him.
He shuts the door and collapses onto the bed, not even bothering to remove
his shoes. That agonizing drive to
Courtney's
house keeps swirling through
his head. They didn't talk, didn't say a single thing, after Courtney demanded
that he drive her home.
I should have said something,
he thinks. I should have explained why I said what I did ... But
even as he considers the possibility, some part of him is screaming that
it is a horrible idea. He feels that part take hold of him and drag him
even deeper into gloom.
He turns over onto his stomach, burying
his face in the pillow. Flashes of memory move through his head in rapid
succession: the fight with Courtney, scenes of
Alex
and Lauren together,
his talk with Alex from a few days ago.
I never should have let this happen.
I never should have let it become such a mess. He sighs into the pillow.
But
I did. And now I have to figure out a way out of it.
His first instinct is to block all
thoughts of the situation from his mind entirely, and he pulls the pillow
closer to his head and shuts his eyes.
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