Meagan Brandy

“Even when you had no fuckin’ clue... you were my baby.”

Alex wasn’t mine. She could do with him as she pleased, you are.” She looks back to her cup, blowing into the little opening. “She doesn’t get to touch you.”

I’m what she wants, and what my baby wants, she gets.

Anger, disappointment, discomfort.

Sadness.

Confusion.

Concern.

Fear?

What are you afraid of, baby?

And yes, baby, it was all. Your. Fault.”

My student’s in line for a book rental. I have maybe five minutes before he gets back ...”

He.

Of course, it’s a he. They’re probably all he’s and she’s a she and fuck, dude. Shut up, you whiny ass bitch.

“Go feed your girl, little mama.”

I spin and walk out.

I’ll be back to feed mine.

We’re—”

“Say friends, I dare you.”

They’ll be there.

My parents.

They’ll be here for me.

They believe in me.

They see me.

“I don’t hate you, Meyer,” he says to my back. “You know that, right?”

Glancing over my shoulder, I meet his blue gaze. “I wish you did. You know that ... right?”