Chapter 9

“Six o’clock in the morning, my head is ready to explode. I can’t believe I made it home alive. I don’t remember where I went or what I was drinking, and now it’s made me sick. And I’m not denying that I get this way when I try to get over you. I get this way when I try to get over you. Sometimes it hurts so much to lose the one you love.”

Robert leans against the tree, his car a good five hundred feet away. The sun is just breaking over the trees, casting the woods into an eerie glow, like something out of a horror movie.

“I tried so hard to hate you, but it only makes it all worse. I only end up hating myself. And as my hatred grows, so do the lies. It’s hard to face the truth sometimes. I feel so useless. I hate myself when I try to get over you. I hate myself. Will I ever get over you?”

He turns away from the unmarked grave, barely a bump anymore. The soft bump reminds him of the one that was beginning to form out of Carrie’s belly. He pauses and looks back, sadness written all over his face.

“And after all this time you’d think I’d understand that way you felt. But no, I only think about myself and it drove you away. I always knew it would one day. Sometimes it hurts to lose the one you love. So much to lose the one you love.”