That One Time At The Trap House

Loving so hard that you find yourself in a place where you don’t belong.

Photo by Alexandre Godreau on Unsplash

I paced back and forth staring at my flip phone. Each moment passing with the weight of an hour.

Our driver was calling every two seconds as she circled the block being sure not to slow down in front of this place because the block was scorching hot. Sirens…