Something did always pop up and it seemed to never stop, ever. Except here was even worse because I had kids and a friend. A friend. I let out a sigh and poured my third drink and moved to the living room and sat on the couch. B's words about me bein' a good person and how I was doing the right thing seemed to fall flat right now. The whole Emily thing and Lexi and Quinn, it was fallin' apart at the seams.
"Yeah I guess so." I said in a flat tone as she twisted the lid off her water and sat down across from me. I rattled the ice cubes around in my glass and took another drink before glancin' out at the pool. "It's kinda hard to feel not feel bad about yourself when the shit that's happenin' to me is happening. I don't even know where Lexi and Quinn are. Emily's gone to Josh's place and I have no fuckin' clue who he is. I have a fucking psycho in my bedroom in a cage."
Yeah sure I'm a good person. Sure this is the life I was supposed to lead. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if Kakistos got me, I'd be smoking a joint in Hell right about now. Didn't sound so bad really. I glanced over at B who was just sittin' there listening to me bitch when she was dead and wound up here.
"Shit, B." I said apologetically and ran my hands through my hair. "Here I am bitching about all this when you died and woke up here. I'm sorry. I just feel like I'm sinkin' here. I'm glad you're here though otherwise I'd have gone off the deep end a while back."