“Right.” I nod and wait for him to finish hoping he’ll leave and I can get on with my day.
I need a shower.
Finn must sense that I want him gone because he loses the grin and shakes his head. “Just do me a favor and at least think about getting some help. Or at the very least, talk to your family. Let them in.”
“I’ll think about it,” I lie, holding his gaze.
“Right,” Finn nods and heads for the door. “While you’re thinking about it, clean this place up. It looks like a pig moved in.” With his parting words, Finn leaves, closing the door silently behind him.
I sigh in relief at being alone and slump against the wall. I take a glance around the house and realize he’s right about one thing. It looks like a pig lives here.
Shaking my head, I walk into the kitchen area and grab a trash bag from under the sink. Time to clean up this mess.
It takes me nearly an hour to get the house cleaned back up and all the trash taken out. By the time I’m done, I’m exhausted, and my body aches.
Throughout the entire time, I thought of what Finn said.
I don’t have to close everyone out. My sisters have all been through their own forms of hell. We were all there for them no matter what, and they’re trying to do the same for me. I’m not sure if I can face them yet, but there’re others who I can patch things up with first.
Starting with the woman who lives next door to me.
Now to just figure a way to make it up to her and hope that she forgives me for being a complete and utter dick toward her. She did nothing to deserve my anger, and I want her to know I’m sorry for the way I treated her in the hospital.
An idea pops in my head, and I smirk to myself as I check my kitchen to see if I have everything I need. I find I’m missing brown sugar, and that’s one fixture for it that I need more than anything else. Maybe Poppy will have some, and it’ll give me the in I need to get in there and hopefully allow her to hear me out.