CHAPTER 59

We went to my house and tried the door. It was locked. Guess the dumbasses forgot that I had a key.

"We have to hurry," I said, "I don't want to talk to them."

"All right," he replied. We rushed up the stairs and into my room. Everything was pushed to the center of the floor. The walls had been painted a cream color and my bed was gone.

"I guess they were serious," Jackson said, looking around the room.

There were a bunch of boxes full of my stuff on the floor. "At least they made it easy on me."

"Do you want all of this?" He asked.

I shook my head. "Mostly just the clothes. Let me look around."

As I was rummaging through boxes and setting aside the ones I wanted, I realized the stupidity of what I was doing. I'd already established that moving in with him was a