Dirty Bucket List Novels & Stories

“Melissa cornered me on the way home and called me a low-life bitch dick hunter.” Hazel’s breath hitched. “God, what a nightmare. You okay?” “I really don’t know.” I picked up a pillow and pressed it over my face. “It feels like everything is hitting me at once and I don’t know what to focus on or how to even start healing.” I let out a long, tired breath. “I’m exhausted.”