D-Day.

He's going bonkers when I told him I'm coming. All sorts of reason to not make me go. FCUK! Think I'm stupid. I know she's working. It's all part of your damn blardy lame excuses. Well, I'm going there to find books, not be a gangsta, dumbass. Stop trying to protect her, I've had enough. All the more I'm suspecting things. Should there be nothing, she should apologize when she sees me. Not run and hide. Bitch.