Caving In

Dante. Azalea didn’t correct Liam when he referred to her as my girlfriend. Not a fucking word. And I wasn’t going to lie, it bothered me way more than it should. It was something small and insignificant. I should know better. “For fuck sake.” I pushed up from my bed and crossed the room, toward my own, private bathroom, my mind reeling with thoughts of Azalea. It was scarce past four in the morning, and she’s already plaguing my mind with a vengeance. I flicked on the light, my mind slipping into another dark place I didn’t want to be. Millie, my grandmother. We hadn’t located her yet. I prayed she suddenly came down with a serious case of forgetfulness and wandered off, but in my gut I knew it wasn’t what happened. Even on her worst day she wouldn’t do something like that. To make matters worse, we have no fucking clue where to look for her. We were like an army of blind soldiers trying to protect their country. We weren’t getting anywhere. “Fuck!” My fist collided with the bathroom