While Bo was out, I decided to do Miles's laundry. I know she was exhausted from staying up all night long. For a second, I thought we were getting past that, but Bo happened to stumble upon a book before she could leave the laundry room, and it stole her heart. It also stole her time. Nothing is more important than her favorite books.

Dinner was already cooked, waiting on the stove. Miles was hungry, begging to eat, but I smacked him every time he tried. We were going to wait for Bo. He can starve for all I care. My leg bounced up and down as I threw the popcorn into my mouth. I needed to stay busy.

The hours were passing by. I kept looking at the large ass clock on the wall to check the time, but I realized how quickly it was passing. She left earlier this morning, and now it is four in the evening. Miles assured me everything was okay because she called a little bit ago, but I am losing my shit.

"You know," Miles rolled over to look at me. "Shaking your leg isn't going to speed up the process."

I threw a piece of popcorn towards him. "Fuck you."

"Thank you," he tossed the snack into his mouth. "Didn't she text you fifteen minutes ago? I mean, she does have a job."

"She left at eight."

"And it's four."

"My point exactly!"

"Work takes longer than five minutes," he blinked rapidly. "You do understand that, right?"

"Whatever."

"She could be fucking Ethan."

I sucked in a deep breath, glaring at him. "Don't start with me."

He snickered. "Bo would never cheat on you."

When I heard the front door shut, I shot up from the couch. The last thing I was expecting was a flying high heel, but the second I rounded the corner, one came flying in my direction. The red bottoms smacked me in the shin just as she was throwing the second one.

I smacked the heel out of the way as she threw her purse on the ground. Nothing was more confusing than her attitude. "What the fuck was that for?"

She stormed past me, holding up her hand. I looked at Miles whose mouth was on the ground. Her little feet made loud noises as they stomped up the stairs. He kept asking me what was wrong, but I didn't fucking know.

I followed my curly-haired girl upstairs. The only thing I could hear aside from her grunts of annoyance were the external fights she was having with herself. Nothing made me laugh more than hearing Bo talk to herself, but this wasn't one of those times.

Ethan's name came out a few times, followed by dickhead. She also called him a piece-of-shit over and over again. She was stripping from her dress as I stepped into the room. Her little feet were stomping on the ground.

"Who the fuck does that piece-of-shit think he is?" She tugged at her hair. "You deserve that case! More than anyone, and he thinks because he gave it to you that means you want to go out with him! What the shit is wrong with people?"

"Bo?"

"Who the fuck do people think they are? I do not need somebody telling me who is and isn't good enough for me," she turned away from the bathroom mirror to look at me.

"What are you talking about?"

She stormed past me to step back into the bathroom. "Ethan! He has the audacity to think I would make no money as a writer."

"A writer?" Within twenty seconds, I was more confused than I have any other moment in my life. "Wait - didn't you say he tried to ask you out?"

"Yeah," her nose scrunched up. "How many times do I have to tell somebody I am engaged?"

"And you want to be a writer?"

She fell onto the bed, dropping her face into her hands. "I am not happy. I became a prosecutor because I felt like I had to. There are so many bad people out there and they are walking without any consequence!"

"Bo -"

"Was I wrong for not reporting my assault?" She looked up at me.

"Where is this coming from?"

"I became a prosecutor because I let my rapist walk away, but I won't let another girl or man's do the same."

"And how is that working out for you?"

"I am miserable."

"Do you want to know why?"

"Yes because I thought by helping other people it would help me," she sighed. "I love helping people, but why does it keep breaking me more than it heals me?"

I kneeled down in front of her. "Bo, you can't help someone else and think that it is going to heal you. You can't worry about someone else and believe it is the same as looking out for yourself."

"I am trying to save them because I couldn't save myself."

"You are saving them from having to see the person who hurt them, but you are not saving them from themselves," I rubbed her legs. "You said it better than anyone. Getting rid of your assailant won't get rid of your trauma."

"What am I supposed to do if I write a book and no one likes it?" Tears welled in her eyes. "I am scared to share my passion, and pour my heart and soul into a book that no one is going to read."

"Well," I sucked in a breath. "I will read it. Then John will read it, so you know Riley will. That also means Marcy and Rosie. Trevor is head over heels for you, so he is definitely going to read it. You are Miles's only friend - by definition of friendship he has to read it."

A smile tugged at her lips. "Really?"

"That is already six people who will read it," I promised. "Plus, I will be your biggest fan. I will be the one who always asks for your autograph, and wants to take pictures with their favorite author."

"Is it stupid of me to go back to school?"

"Why would you have to go back to school? Just write something, and I will do whatever I have to do to make sure someone reads it."

I will pay any amount of money to get her book out to the world. Whatever I have to do to make sure every person alive reads it, I will. She wants to be a writer, I'll be her reader. I will be whatever she needs me to be. A bodyguard? Already hired. A number one fan? Been that since the beginning.

"What would I write about?"

"You can write about us. Call it Slut and the Falcon," I grinned. "Make us solve crimes."

The moment I spoke those words, her face perked up. There was a frown on her face that formed into a smile. Her favorite character from the Perks of Being a Wallflower was Patrick. She could recite every word not only he but every character spoke in the movie. It just so happened that she could perfect reenact Ezra Miller to perfection.

"I am not sure who has read the Perks of Being a Wallflower more."

"Well, I as your below-average boyfriend, I think it is expected."

"Below average?"

I threw my hands into the air. "Below average!"