her back. She was only being reasonable. She shouldn’t take his money. She put the car in reverse and headed to the store.
***
Jack looked at his phone. He couldn’t bear talking to Paxton. He let it roll to voicemail. He just got through talking to his parents. They pulled him downstairs in the sitting room to talk about what happened. It was more like a lecture. He laid on the bed thinking about his conversation with his parents. They were highly disappointed that he didn’t bring back what was rightfully his. His parents said he would get nowhere in life if he kept helping the needy, gold-digging girls. They classified Paxton as one of those girls the day they found out she was from a low-middle class family.
His parents always wanted him to stay within a certain circle when it game to his love life. They didn’t care if Paxton broke Jack’s heart, they worried more about his bank account. Jack had plenty of money still in his accounts here in New York. He set new ones up not long ago so his parents had no control over him. They used to freeze his accounts to prove a point. They haven’t done it in a while but Jack had changed banks anyways. His parents still didn’t know about it. He transferred all his checking and savings account to another one. He didn’t have to worry about money for five lifetimes. That’s not including what he left back in Manhattan with Paxton. She would not have to want for anything.
Jack pulled the picture of Paxton from his wallet that was lying on the nightstand. He missed her. It was a picture he captured when they were in the park. They were having a picnic and the sun started to set. Light surrounded her and she had a glow emanating from her. She was laughing in the picture. She looked so happy and carefree. He felt an ache in his chest. He regretted walking out on her all those months ago. His phone buzzed on the nightstand. He put the picture down and grabbed his phone.
One new voicemail. He dialed to listen to it. His chest slightly ached when he heard Paxton’s strained voice on the other end. Apparently she was refusing some of the things he left her. She was selling his favorite car and wants to give him over half of the money that was left there. She could be so stubborn sometimes. Jack deleted the message and texted her.
Jack: I don’t want the money. If you don’t want it, donate it, burn it. Do whatever you want. I will not take it from you.
Jack set his phone by him. He put the picture back in his wallet. He needed to figure out what he was going to do. For now he would stay in New York until he was out of the cast. He decided tomorrow he would go around and look for a place. It had been less than twelve hours since he arrived at his parents’ house and he already knew it was a mistake coming back. He needed to get out as soon as possible. His phone buzzed again.
Paxton: Please just take it.
He sighed.
Jack: No.
He had no need for it. He even stopped working in the last year and a half. Mostly to help out Paxton but then he walked out and now he just travels, trying to keep himself busy. He didn’t have anything to throw himself into. He went everywhere he could think of the first two months. Every time he went back to the cabin after Paxton moved to her mother’s, he felt empty and alone. He didn’t know who he could lean on because everyone seemed to be more worried about Paxton, not about him and how she betrayed him. His phone buzzed pulling him away from his thoughts.
Paxton: Why are you being so difficult?
Jack: Because I want you to have it. End of discussion.
Paxton: Jack, you are so frustrating.
Jack: As are you Tiger.
He set his phone down. There quick conversation reminded him of when they first met.
“Jack come on, I’m not used to spending this kind of money. I don’t need you to give me anything.” Paxton protested.
Jack was taking her shopping because he was throwing a party in uptown Kansas City for a charity he was
***
Jack looked at his phone. He couldn’t bear talking to Paxton. He let it roll to voicemail. He just got through talking to his parents. They pulled him downstairs in the sitting room to talk about what happened. It was more like a lecture. He laid on the bed thinking about his conversation with his parents. They were highly disappointed that he didn’t bring back what was rightfully his. His parents said he would get nowhere in life if he kept helping the needy, gold-digging girls. They classified Paxton as one of those girls the day they found out she was from a low-middle class family.
His parents always wanted him to stay within a certain circle when it game to his love life. They didn’t care if Paxton broke Jack’s heart, they worried more about his bank account. Jack had plenty of money still in his accounts here in New York. He set new ones up not long ago so his parents had no control over him. They used to freeze his accounts to prove a point. They haven’t done it in a while but Jack had changed banks anyways. His parents still didn’t know about it. He transferred all his checking and savings account to another one. He didn’t have to worry about money for five lifetimes. That’s not including what he left back in Manhattan with Paxton. She would not have to want for anything.
Jack pulled the picture of Paxton from his wallet that was lying on the nightstand. He missed her. It was a picture he captured when they were in the park. They were having a picnic and the sun started to set. Light surrounded her and she had a glow emanating from her. She was laughing in the picture. She looked so happy and carefree. He felt an ache in his chest. He regretted walking out on her all those months ago. His phone buzzed on the nightstand. He put the picture down and grabbed his phone.
One new voicemail. He dialed to listen to it. His chest slightly ached when he heard Paxton’s strained voice on the other end. Apparently she was refusing some of the things he left her. She was selling his favorite car and wants to give him over half of the money that was left there. She could be so stubborn sometimes. Jack deleted the message and texted her.
Jack: I don’t want the money. If you don’t want it, donate it, burn it. Do whatever you want. I will not take it from you.
Jack set his phone by him. He put the picture back in his wallet. He needed to figure out what he was going to do. For now he would stay in New York until he was out of the cast. He decided tomorrow he would go around and look for a place. It had been less than twelve hours since he arrived at his parents’ house and he already knew it was a mistake coming back. He needed to get out as soon as possible. His phone buzzed again.
Paxton: Please just take it.
He sighed.
Jack: No.
He had no need for it. He even stopped working in the last year and a half. Mostly to help out Paxton but then he walked out and now he just travels, trying to keep himself busy. He didn’t have anything to throw himself into. He went everywhere he could think of the first two months. Every time he went back to the cabin after Paxton moved to her mother’s, he felt empty and alone. He didn’t know who he could lean on because everyone seemed to be more worried about Paxton, not about him and how she betrayed him. His phone buzzed pulling him away from his thoughts.
Paxton: Why are you being so difficult?
Jack: Because I want you to have it. End of discussion.
Paxton: Jack, you are so frustrating.
Jack: As are you Tiger.
He set his phone down. There quick conversation reminded him of when they first met.
“Jack come on, I’m not used to spending this kind of money. I don’t need you to give me anything.” Paxton protested.
Jack was taking her shopping because he was throwing a party in uptown Kansas City for a charity he was
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