It Ends with Us by Colleen Hoover (z-lib.org).epub

Chapter Four
It takes me half an hour to make it from my car to my apartment. I called
Lucy twice to see if she could help me, but she didn’t answer her phone.
When I make it inside my apartment, I’m a little irritated to see her lying
on the couch with the phone to her ear.
I slam our front door behind me and she glances up. “What happened
to you?” she asks.
I use the wall for support as I hop toward the hallway. “Sprained my
ankle.”
When I make it to my bedroom door, she yells, “Sorry I didn’t answer
the phone! I’m talking to Alex! I was gonna call you back!”
“It’s fine!” I holler back at her, and then slam my bedroom door shut. I
go to the bathroom and find some old pain pills I had stuffed into a
cabinet. I swallow two of them and then fall onto my bed and stare up at
the ceiling.
I can’t believe I’ll be stuck in this apartment for an entire week. I grab
my phone and text my mother.
Sprained my ankle. I’m fine, but can I send you a list of things to grab for me at
the store?
I drop my phone onto my bed, and for the first time since she moved
here, I’m thankful my mother lives fairly close to me. It actually hasn’t
been that bad. I think I like her more now that my father has passed away.
I know it’s because I held a lot of resentment toward her for never leaving
him. Even though a lot of that resentment has faded when it comes to my
mother, I still have the same feelings when I think of my father.
It can’t be good, still holding on to so much bitterness toward my
father. But dammit, he was awful. To my mother, to me, to Atlas.
Atlas.
I’ve been so busy with my mother’s move and secretly searching for a
new building between work hours, I haven’t had time to finish reading the
journals I started reading all those months ago.