Chapter 75
by 
Yelawolf
Do you or go find someone else to chat with?
Go find someone else to chat with
You distance yourself from him. You notice three other names in the chat that pulling and stretching for your attention. You read their username in your head. Barely19slut, thetherapist35, and milf47.
The chat window with "LonelyDad85" snaps shut. The air in the room feels thicker suddenly. Your skin crawls. The simple relief of moments ago curdles into a slick of shame. You were so hungry for understanding you nearly showed off your daughters like prize cattle.
You take a steadying breath, the scent of old pizza grease and stale air filling your lungs. Your eyes scan the main chat list again.
Barely19slut. The name is a neon sign in a dark alley. You know exactly what you'll find there. No conversation, just transaction. A shortcut. It's tempting, a straight line to the oblivion you were craving downstairs.
TheTherapist35. That one feels safer. Clinical. A place to dissect this mess without judgment. But it also feels like work. Like putting your feelings on a sterile slide for examination when what you really want is to burn them away.
Milf47. This one is a riddle. She could be anyone. A peer, maybe someone like you, trapped in the same suburban labyrinth. Or she could be another fantasy, a carefully constructed avatar playing a role.
Your cursor hovers, a nervous insect over the screen. You need something, but you're not sure what anymore. An escape? An ear? A warm body, even a virtual one?
