Chick stood in the centre of her empty apartment, staring blankly at the door that Nella had just stormed out of. Her knuckles were bleeding from contact with Nella’s cheek and her eye was bruising from Nella retaliating. Nella’s presence was everywhere in the room, from the bright pink walls to the Ponies on the floor to the crowbar leaning against the wall. The glass she’d thrown at Chick.

She was sick of the names and the groping and the arguments. She’d been putting up with Nella’s shit for months. So why did she suddenly want her to come back?