Well, that happened. Desiree and I were finally over, not on paper, but mentally I was already on the way out the door. Hope had tried to set things right but failed, while Gary loved every minute of it. The day before they left, he told me that I could take the pickup, he had already signed it over to me. Passing the papers across the table like it was the best gift he had ever given someone.
I had already started looking at apartments around the area. I had no plans to move back home. There was nothing there for me now. I had a good job that paid me very well. With a new start, maybe I would be back on my feet in no time.
“You leaving?” Hope said as I tried to sneak out of the house.
“Yeah,” I said as I turned around. ‘Why did she have to look so good?’ I thought to myself.
“Where are you heading to?” Hope asked, standing in front of me in an olive green crop top that barely covered her enormous tits, leaving her stomach exposed. A pair of skin-tight jeans and white sneakers.