me.
“Your face is priceless. Of course she’s going to be pissed at you. Well, at least for a few minutes and then she’ll get over it. You guys make me fucking sick with all your happy shit, but I’m glad the two of you figured your shit out.”
“Thanks, I guess. You know, if you changed your shitty-ass male whore ways, you might be able to find a chick or….”
“Don’t even say it, Linc. Can we go now? I have some shit I have to take care of when I get home.”
“Yeah?” he asks with a raised brow.
“Yeah, so get whatever shit you need and let’s go.”
I watch as Linc takes one final look around the apartment and then leads us out to the car.
Knowing all too well what he was about to say, I had to stop him. He thinks he knows me and what’s best for me, but trying to push Etty and me together is a bad idea…a really bad idea.
At least that’s what I’ll continue to tell myself so that she can move on.
The girl gets under my skin and not in a good way.
Every time I’m near her I can feel my blood begin to boil, especially when that clown is attached to her hip. He’s always around—it’s kind of annoying. I’m not sure what the hell is going on between the two of them, but I doubt he has a chance with her. She’s way too good for him; at least I think she is.
I know Linc wants to see me happy, and I get that…I appreciate him trying to help me as much as I’m helping him, but he needs to focus on himself and Jo.
Things are going good for them and I couldn’t be happier for my two best friends.
I guess it really does take a life or death situation to wake someone up and realize what they really have…before it’s really gone.
Chapter 14
The sun is just about to set along the horizon as Christian drives me home from our night of dinner and a movie.
With the car window down, the wind blowing freely through my hair, I stare into the dimly lit sky.
My mind wanders, as it has for the past two weeks. I can’t seem to concentrate. Things are still a vivid blur and the choices I’ve made fight my subconscious every day.
Do I stay or do I go? Should I plant my feet or should I run?
The choices are something that weigh on me day and night. I’ve put the Cursed crew through a lot. It took me days to realize what had happened with Rick wasn’t really my fault at all…just a horrid coincidence.
Now he’s dead and his cousin Michael is behind bars…both exactly where they belong. The fears and nightmares of Rick finding me can finally be put to rest; I’m free of him and safe to know that he can never hurt me again. My life should be able to go back to normal, if I’d just let it.
I’ve decided to stay in Birmingham, although it was a difficult decision. I didn’t know what my next move would be if I were to leave, but after debating things with Linc, I realized that being here is the only place for me to continue my life. His strength and drive is an inspiration to me. As much as I want to run from it all, Linc is the one person that can talk some sense into me and help me find myself. I can finally become the person I want to be.
Even though some parts of my life are starting to settle, it still hurts to know that Dault won’t talk to me. Well, he won’t unless he has to. We’ve crossed paths a few times at the house and the hospital, but it’s never been more than a glare in my direction or a snide comment about Christian being at the house… again .
I miss his presence, the way he used to look at me, and the memories of our bodies united as one. It hurts more than I thought it would, but Dault is who he is and I know he’ll stay as far away from me as he can. No matter how much I try to deny it, I miss him in my life. He holds a curse over me that I can’t move past, even though I know very well that I should.
Linc encourages me to let Dault vent out his frustrations, to give him more time. I laugh to myself at the thought… time… it’s all I really
“Your face is priceless. Of course she’s going to be pissed at you. Well, at least for a few minutes and then she’ll get over it. You guys make me fucking sick with all your happy shit, but I’m glad the two of you figured your shit out.”
“Thanks, I guess. You know, if you changed your shitty-ass male whore ways, you might be able to find a chick or….”
“Don’t even say it, Linc. Can we go now? I have some shit I have to take care of when I get home.”
“Yeah?” he asks with a raised brow.
“Yeah, so get whatever shit you need and let’s go.”
I watch as Linc takes one final look around the apartment and then leads us out to the car.
Knowing all too well what he was about to say, I had to stop him. He thinks he knows me and what’s best for me, but trying to push Etty and me together is a bad idea…a really bad idea.
At least that’s what I’ll continue to tell myself so that she can move on.
The girl gets under my skin and not in a good way.
Every time I’m near her I can feel my blood begin to boil, especially when that clown is attached to her hip. He’s always around—it’s kind of annoying. I’m not sure what the hell is going on between the two of them, but I doubt he has a chance with her. She’s way too good for him; at least I think she is.
I know Linc wants to see me happy, and I get that…I appreciate him trying to help me as much as I’m helping him, but he needs to focus on himself and Jo.
Things are going good for them and I couldn’t be happier for my two best friends.
I guess it really does take a life or death situation to wake someone up and realize what they really have…before it’s really gone.
Chapter 14
The sun is just about to set along the horizon as Christian drives me home from our night of dinner and a movie.
With the car window down, the wind blowing freely through my hair, I stare into the dimly lit sky.
My mind wanders, as it has for the past two weeks. I can’t seem to concentrate. Things are still a vivid blur and the choices I’ve made fight my subconscious every day.
Do I stay or do I go? Should I plant my feet or should I run?
The choices are something that weigh on me day and night. I’ve put the Cursed crew through a lot. It took me days to realize what had happened with Rick wasn’t really my fault at all…just a horrid coincidence.
Now he’s dead and his cousin Michael is behind bars…both exactly where they belong. The fears and nightmares of Rick finding me can finally be put to rest; I’m free of him and safe to know that he can never hurt me again. My life should be able to go back to normal, if I’d just let it.
I’ve decided to stay in Birmingham, although it was a difficult decision. I didn’t know what my next move would be if I were to leave, but after debating things with Linc, I realized that being here is the only place for me to continue my life. His strength and drive is an inspiration to me. As much as I want to run from it all, Linc is the one person that can talk some sense into me and help me find myself. I can finally become the person I want to be.
Even though some parts of my life are starting to settle, it still hurts to know that Dault won’t talk to me. Well, he won’t unless he has to. We’ve crossed paths a few times at the house and the hospital, but it’s never been more than a glare in my direction or a snide comment about Christian being at the house… again .
I miss his presence, the way he used to look at me, and the memories of our bodies united as one. It hurts more than I thought it would, but Dault is who he is and I know he’ll stay as far away from me as he can. No matter how much I try to deny it, I miss him in my life. He holds a curse over me that I can’t move past, even though I know very well that I should.
Linc encourages me to let Dault vent out his frustrations, to give him more time. I laugh to myself at the thought… time… it’s all I really
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