Me – Lemme get up, food, then I’ll head your way.
Madz – Sweet.
Then I switched over to my thread with Cole.
Me – You ready for tonight?
Cole – Oh yeah.
Me – Good. And no matter what happens, everyone who loves you is already proud of you. K?
Cole – K.
I placed my phone on my nightstand, got up, made my bed, and then went to the bathroom to do my morning business.
Before I dressed, I checked the weather app.
Perfect weather for football.
I put on a pair of jeans, knee-high boots, and grabbed the long-sleeve white tee I had made.
On the front left breast area in navy blue, it held the numberseventy-nine. And on the back of it, again in navy blue, it said,‘Show my boy your weakness.’
And it had a football right under the lettering.
I put my hair up in a long ponytail.
After I was ready, I ate my usual morning meal of overnight oats. Vanilla Greek yogurt, honey, oats, milk, blueberries, and almond silvers.
Ten minutes later, I took my medicine.
And then I let out a breath when I did the one thing I dreaded the most.
I used an alcohol pad to cleanse the area on my stomach, grabbed the injector with the medicine already in it, pinched the skin, took in a breath, let it out, then I plunged the needle into my skin and hit the depressor.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck Auburn and the horse you rode in on, too.
I cleaned up everything and tossed the injector into the hazmat cube thing I had.
Then I took in a breath.
I got this.
I got this.
I got this.
Just then, my phone pinged.
I pulled it out of my back pocket.
Badass Chicks Thread
Talia – We didn’t talk about plans today.
Talia – What are we doing?
Harlee – No Clue.
