When he shut the door behind him five hours ago (or was it ten? Ive lost count) and walked out of the same apartment as he have walked out of so many times before it didn't hurt as much as I though it would. Father figure Frank never promised to stay very long. He never makes promises he can't keep.
It didn't hurt when the door hit the doorframe, the sound didn't create a big hole in my guts as it has before.
Because this time I was prepared.
Last night, after dinner we sat down in the library to talk. I thought he would ask me to come with him, I had already mentally packed my bags. Instead he made it about Eva.
- She's trouble
-She's a blessing, F!
I mixed Tramadol with gin, covered up the bad taste with plum wine and went numb in an instant.
So when he shut the door behind him, it didn't hurt.