21– Guns & jealousy

Without touching it, he could tell that the scrambled egg was now cold. Don't even talk about the coffee. Then again, his tray of food had been sitting there for nearly two hours. He didn't feel like eating. He's mind was too troubled. Growing up, he was used to eating no matter what he was feeling because he wouldn't know if he'd get the next meal.

He couldn't remember the exact words he said to her. How bad they were, but he just felt it deep down that he might have crossed the line. He wasn't even mad about the slap anymore, he just wanted to ask for forgiveness for the things he said. He wanted to, but he couldn't. Apologizing had never really sat well with him. He always felt that apologizing was for the weak. He believed that if you do something, own it to the end even if you feel bad about it later. When you said it, you meant it. But this was about Rebecca... not some random person, the only thing that felt right was to apologise.

He's room phone began ringing. He picked up, w