Billy
She is maaaaaaad. What a dumb bitch. Reminds me of my ex. She ate too much cake, too. I tried to put her on a diet, and she dumped me! I was just trying to help her FFS.
Jim
No man is ever going to touch that woman again with a ten-foot barge pole.
Pete
I would give her a pity bang but otherwise she’s totally unfuckable. lol
LovesIt
Have you seen they’ve totally sacked her off Morning Tea? They’ve got a new guy already.
Sarah
Well, duh, they could hardly keep her on after this, could they?
ThatThing
I feel like I should read Frankenstein now
Soph
Me too! Checking it out of the library rn
DogLover
This is really mean! Leave her alone.
Ghit
I agree
IStandWithHer
What an amazing speech. It’s giving Barbie movie America Ferrera vibes! I love her. You go, Frankenstein Feminist!
Andrew
She’s a stupid hag and so are you. Get back in your box.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
I take to my bed, prepared for a night of tossing and turning furiously, but instead, I sleep like the dead.
There are no bad dreams about my latest viral meltdown. No anxious night sweats over Justin and Orla. No staring at the ceiling in a panic spiral about my kiss with Edward or my fight with Sam. I just sleep; heavy, thick and dreamless.
I wake up late, as the front door slams. Usually when Sam leaves for work, she sneaks out, moving about with care in case it disturbs me. Not today. She’s clearly still furious.
Oddly, I’m not. Not anymore. In fact, I don’t feel much of anything. It is tempting to try for sadness; to have a big old cry about all these things that have befallen me and my life. For a moment I consider spending the day – many days! – in bed, contemplating what my future might entail now that I’ve ruined everything and sabotaged all the things I cared about. But there is something likeacceptance in my chest as I move about the flat, making myself breakfast.
Because a lot of this is my fault, I’m realising. Sam was partly right in what she said last night. I’ve been blaming all the outside factors for what’s happened to me, and sure, maybe I didn’t really deserve to be filmed and publicly shamed like that. But I have to take some accountability for where I am right now.
I’m the one who behaved like that in the restaurant. I’m also the one who mentioned Edward’s name when Fabian said I needed to have therapy. I’m the one who resisted and behaved badly when Edward tried to help. I’m the one who went with him to his parents’ house yesterday. And I’m the one who – hazy as it is, what with all the lust – made the first move and kissed him. I’m also the one who would’ve kept kissing him if he hadn’t stopped us. And I probably would’ve dragged him into bed afterwards, too. I’m also the one who picked a fight with Sam last night because I needed to take my feelings out on someone.
Although, admittedly, some of it needed to be said.
