14 - Turn It Around

~Cadence’s Point of View~

The guys actually left me alone all day Monday, which was quite a shock. I’d like to say I used the time to solve all of my problems but the more time I spent with myself mulling over all the possible ways this would could blow the fuck up in my face, the worse it got.

I stared at my counter in disgust. I’d finished off half a loaf of Italian bread, two pieces of chicken parm and some ziti. I felt sick and about to blow out of my jeans.

*And nearly a full bottle of wine,* Fanny scolded.

I pulled myself off the barstool and fell onto the couch.

*We need to run it off, it’s the only way you’ll feel better. We BOTH need fresh air,* Fanny insisted.

“I don’t trist you,” I said, out loud and pointing to the wall.

*Cade, come on! Stop being childish! You’re already slurring your words. Nothing some cool air in our hair won’t fix,* she scolded.

I sat up and rubbed my face. I did feel like shit and I knew what Fanny was saying was true. I just wasn’t sure she