Abigail
A shrill sound filled the air jolting me from my sleep. I slapped my phone, half-asleep and held it up. The screen lit up with a notification.
REMINDER: Drake's birthday - Today
My fingers tightened around the device, knuckles turning white. The plastic case creaked under the pressure. The wall across from my bed looked incredibly appealing right now, specifically as a target for hurling this piece of shit device and watching it explode into a thousand satisfying pieces.
That fool.
The jeweler's receipt was still in my email. I had spent three thousand dollars on a custom Rolex for that pig shit. It was supposed to have an engraving on the back that read 'All my love, forever yours'.
Forever my ass.
I kicked off the covers and stumbled toward the bathroom. A dull bass sound thumped through the apartment walls. Annette's workout playlist, some upbeat pop monstrosity with lyrics about living your best life or some such bullshit.
