Ella and Preston getting together, both of them nearly being killed, and me nearly destroying my husband’s penis was taking its toll. I felt like shit. My head felt like it was being used as a punching bag; it was pounding so much, and I felt like curling up in bed, giving the world my middle fingers and telling it to ‘screw you’.After Ella had been released from the hospital, my parents and Ella’s parents had fought over care rights. No word of a lie. Both Kate and Mum had organised an honest-to-God schedule for cooking, cleaning, and who’d be wiping her goddamn arse. It was crazy, but damn hilarious at the same time.Preston was still staying around Ella’s since he’d half-moved his crap in after her surfing catastrophe, and since they were both injured, Preston was still off from work while Ella was on school break. Damn that lucky bitch and her school holidays. I’d tried to stay away as much as possible during her recovery. One reason was that I was still getting used to the fact that Preston was humping Ella, and the second was because I continued to look and feel like shit.After the stress of the whole Ella kidnapping and attempted murder horror, I naturally assumed I’d no longer need to be lying in a foetal position, terrified I was going to lose my best friend.
