I just admitted to Jordan—a guy who I barely know—that Forbes hit me. And I also told him about my mother. The mother who abandoned me. The mother who I drove across seven states to try and find and she doesn’t even live at the address I have anymore.I’m so stupid.Why didn’t I check this before I drove across the country in a lame attempt to find her?But what was I going to do? Go back to my apartment and make threesome with Forbes?I don’t think so.Jordan must think I’m a real mess. And an idiot.He’d be right on both counts.I think it’s best if I just get out of here. I’ll go back to the hotel, grab my things and go … where? I’ll just find another hotel, and then I can figure out my next move.I just hope he doesn’t tell anyone what he already knows about Forbes hitting me. Why would he? He doesn’t exactly seem like the gossipy type. But then he did say his dad used to be a cop. What if…? No, I would have to report it myself, and I don’t really think the local police force are going to be concerned with a stranger in town who happens to have a black eye.But I do need to leave.
