40: The Black Truth

JUDAH's POV : "Fuck! This isn't working!" My fist slammed to the nearest wall and my eyes scrunched in pain. My head was spinning and I was staggering all over the room, hitting the furniture all around me. After our talk and Blondie took off running, it was as if she took my sanity along with her. I couldn't blame her for leaving though. I said some pretty shitty things to her. I wanted her to leave me alone and that was what she did. But when I saw her took off with Blake in his car, for a split second there I wanted to bang my fist on the car window, telling her to get off. But I had no right. She was way better off. After she was gone, I was left with this void and anger. I was mad — at myself, at the world, and at everything else. There was so much anger in me and I was desperate to numb the pain, so I headed over to Castro's. Castro's was the bar that Max's family owned. We hung out there all the time, and this was where Max would run his business. In the daytime, this place was