Robert Sheehan Misfits Novels & Stories

she asked, now totally awake. “Yes, Mrs. Hailey, I’m totally fine,” I said. She nodded and told me to come in. I went inside. “I need to tell you something,” I said. “Hm please” “I need to tell you about Robert. Listen, Mrs. Hailey. He has gone through a lot. I know him, I am his childhood best friend. He has been in the Mafia since he was 13. So, you know how he must be. I can’t tell you everything but listen to this. He needs someone to heal him. He-he is probably in need of psychiatric help. We tried to arrange some psychiatrist but he denied. And-”

“I just want someone to tell me what I’m doing wrong and help me fix it so I can be better for us than go and cheat on me and expect me to stay. Or just make it plain you do not want me. That’s never going to happen. Like Satan never going to heaven again, yeah, that’s me not getting back with your cheating lying ass.” “Well I sense a tension building from this topic so let’s talk about you,” William changed the subject. “I’m just like how you see me, which is love getting on your nerves, making others happy, taking photos, writing, editing, cooking and spending quality time with Amber,” she replied. “I don’t know if I’m the blind one that in the end scooby doo is always right.” “Scooby Doo