That's Not My Name

by Megan Lally

I shake my head. “You know what? Why don’t you make another out of touch dance video and leave me the fuck alone.”

She glares at me from her workstation and makes a V with her fingers, motioning from her eyes to mine. I’m watching you. Or in Autumn’s case, I’m watching you, ya giant piece of shit. Come here so I can sew your hand into this curtain.

S.L.09.29E Scott, Lola, and the date she went missing.

After an impossibly long moment, the bed creaks again. He stands with a sigh and leaves the room. My bedroom door clicks shut again, and after several long beats of silence, I peek around my comforter to make absolutely sure he’s gone. The room is empty. I release all the air from my lungs and melt into the mattress. What the actual fuck was that?

Max unlocks the Liberty and jumps into the driver’s seat, starting the car. Remnants of a Post Malone song blast from the speakers, and he fumbles with the radio to turn it down as I climb in. “My bad,” he says.