IOU

by Kristy Marie

She narrows her eyes. “Fine. I thought you were finding me a forever home. I’m tired of living here.” The feeling is mutual. “Why did you say it like you are one of those abused dogs they try to guilt people into adopting with sad music?”

But then, she extends her hand, and like a fool, I take it, allowing her to pull me closer, nose to nose. “Tell me something, Maverick.” I hum out a nonanswer, trying to keep my eyes from drifting lower. “Look closely. Do you see two shits or a fuck anywhere in my eyes?”