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sure how to answer him, my head is in a fucked-up place right now. I can’t stop thinking about Janny Moore. The way my body physically reacted to seeing her today has me feeling out of sorts. I’m not used to my heart pounding uncontrollably unless I’m in a dangerous situation. Maybe my body knows something I don’t. Maybe Janny Moore is dangerous to me. “It’s all good,” I reply, keeping my thoughts of her to myself. My hand closes around the cold handle of the mug and I drink back a good portion in one long gulp.

Derek looks at me with an eyebrow cocked upwards. “What’s up with you dude?” he asks, gesturing with his chin toward my now almost empty mug.

I typically nurse my beer, preferring hard liquor. “My head’s fucking killing me and it’s been a long ass day,” I answer, not taking my eyes off the nearest television broadcasting ESPN. It’s something for me to focus on to keep my mind off this dull this throbbing pain behind my eyes.

“Did you take your meds?” he asks, referring to the migraine medication my doctor prescribed.

When I glance at him I can see the concern for me showing on his face. “Yeah, I did, but for some reason it’s not working.” I drink down the rest of my beer, set the empty mug down and throw ten-dollars on the bar. “I’m shit company tonight. I’m just gonna go home and crash.” I slide off the stool and turn to clasp his shoulder with my hand. “Sorry dude. I’ll make it up to you this weekend.”

“Don’t worry about it man.”

Once I’m home I head straight for my bedroom, removing my clothes as quickly as possible. I place my gun on the nightstand and set my phone down next to it. When I settle back into the comfort of my pillows my thoughts drift to Janny and I wonder what she’s doing right now. Is she lying in her bed at this moment? My cock twitches as I picture her wrapped up in the king sized, white comforter.

We didn’t put any cameras in the master bedroom or any of the bathrooms, but we did put them in the other three guest bedrooms. When we’d done the installation, we weren’t aware of anyone else living there other than Sharon and Bryan. I could check the live video right now and see what she’s doing. The temptation to see her is so powerful it’s all I can do not to succumb to it. Instead, I close my eyes and try to relax. The sooner I fall asleep the sooner I can get some peace from the pounding ache in my skull and in the morning, I’ll be able to see Janny.

I wake up earlier than I’d like. Holding my body still, I avoid any motion and take stock of how my head’s feeling. There’s still a bit of a dull throb going on, but this beats the skull splitting ache of last night. Dealing with this pain on a regular basis is exhausting, but there’s nothing that can be done aside from taking narcotic pain meds. Which I refuse to do. I’ve seen too many people’s lives ruined by opiate addictions and I won’t ever willingly put myself in such a position. No one ever sets out to become an addict. Once those pills have you in their grasp, their torturous grip squeezes the life out of you and there’s no escaping.

I’ve been dealing with chronic pain for so long I can’t remember what it’s like to feel good. What I wouldn’t do for a day of no aching or throbbing - no fuck that, I’d be satisfied with an hour. Any relief from this burden would be an incredible gift. It weighs heavily on me, but I’ve got the broad shoulders to carry it. Still a day doesn’t pass where I don’t wish I could go back in time and relive the moment that changed my whole life.

A long hot shower can work wonders and after the one I just took I’m feeling close to normal. I’m working from home today. Grabbing some coffee from the kitchen, I head into my home office. My desk is custom made, double the length and half the width of a normal one. This allows me to use a triple monitor setup and I can watch multiple spaces in Bryan’s house at one time. I type in the commands to bring his office up on