Third Person Ch. 02

"Not exactly."

"Bullshit."

"Heather, listen," Phillip said. He put his hand on my hip and I brushed it irritably away. "This doesn't have to confusing. I just don't know how to make it right."

He was spouting the same nonsense Amanda had. This pissed me off more than anything else had. I rolled over again, away from him, and slid under the blankets to cover my nakedness.

"I'm going to sleep," I said.

Phillip sat on the edge of the bed for a while longer. We listened to one another breathe. Eventually, he stood up and left. Alone, I buried my face in the pillow and sobbed myself into deathly sleep.