before I even pick up the phone.
SQUEEE! When can I see you?!!??!!?!?
Journey is the youngest of the Bloom children. Three girls. I’m the oldest, Paisley is twenty five now, and Journey is the baby at nineteen. When I left, I worried about how she would fare without me protecting her from everyone and everything, like no one ever did for me. I worried about someone like Blue, or Blue himself, fucking her up for life.
Come by the motel tonight. I am in room 101 right next to the office. I will text you when I am back from eating.
Just as I look up from my phone, I see River walking through the door of Maggie’s. A petite little girl with big green eyes and dark brown hair stands next to him. She is the spitting image of River. If I didn't know any better, I would think she was his daughter, because they look that much alike. She skips down the aisle behind him, holding onto her American Girl Doll with one hand and toting a Strawberry Shortcake backpack on her shoulders. She is absolutely beautiful.
“Sorry we’re a couple minutes late,” River offers in apology. Scarlett slips into the booth and he follows.
“It isn't a big deal at all,” I wave him off. I smile at Scarlett, who is quietly investigating me across the table. I extend my hand to her.
“Hi, I'm Star. And you must be Scarlett. I've heard a lot about you from your brother.” I smile in his direction, and it seems like the girl starts to relax just a little bit. She smiles at me, while she puts her doll down on the bench seat next to her.
My attention shifts when I hear the bell, and there he stands. Chrome. Why the fuck is he here? Damn it all to hell!
Scarlett turns to see him, and pushes past River, barreling down the small aisle toward the giant man. He’s huge compared to her; hell, he is fucking huge compared to everyone.
“Daddddddddy!” the girl screeches as she throws herself into his arms. Did she just say Daddy? My body stiffens. Someone lied. Daddy? He’s her father? How? What? Who? The questions flood through my mind and River just sits there, staring at me. I want to punch him. Why would he lie to me about his little sister, too? What fucking game are they all playing?
Chrome and Scarlett walk back to the table. Scarlett climbs back into the booth next to River, and Chrome turns to me, and smiles.
“This seat taken?” He hints at the seat right next to me. I don't want him to sit down here, but I'm not about to make a scene in front of this little girl. That would just be wrong. I may not have a lot of morals, but I can act like a fucking decent human being sometimes.
“Of course not. Have a seat, Daddy .” I can't help myself. His large body squeezes into the booth next to me, and he squeezes my upper thigh under the table. He leans in close, whispering,“We'll talk after dinner.”
Hesitation is clear on his face. He doesn't want to tell me, but I am already in too deep with this little family .
My phone buzzes with a text from Journey.
See you around 8.
Mr. Fucking Nosy eyes the screen of my phone and stiffens while he reads the message. River and Scarlett sit on the other side of the table, picking out what sounds good to eat. She’s begging for dessert instead of a grilled cheese, but River isn't bending at all. Eventually she gives up, just as her glass of strawberry milk arrives. A girl after my own damn heart.
“Who was that?” Chrome’s breath on my neck sends a chill through my body. Why the fuck should he care?
“My sister, not that it is any of your fucking business.” I try to be quiet, but River can tell something is brewing between the two of us.
I shouldn't fucking care. I shouldn't give a flying fucking shit about this guy, or his kid, or his fucking life. I don't want to care about any of it at all. But I do, and after a single damn day, it is driving me insane. My plan to walk away clearly isn't working as well as I would have liked. Maybe I don't want him to go away. I don't know what the
SQUEEE! When can I see you?!!??!!?!?
Journey is the youngest of the Bloom children. Three girls. I’m the oldest, Paisley is twenty five now, and Journey is the baby at nineteen. When I left, I worried about how she would fare without me protecting her from everyone and everything, like no one ever did for me. I worried about someone like Blue, or Blue himself, fucking her up for life.
Come by the motel tonight. I am in room 101 right next to the office. I will text you when I am back from eating.
Just as I look up from my phone, I see River walking through the door of Maggie’s. A petite little girl with big green eyes and dark brown hair stands next to him. She is the spitting image of River. If I didn't know any better, I would think she was his daughter, because they look that much alike. She skips down the aisle behind him, holding onto her American Girl Doll with one hand and toting a Strawberry Shortcake backpack on her shoulders. She is absolutely beautiful.
“Sorry we’re a couple minutes late,” River offers in apology. Scarlett slips into the booth and he follows.
“It isn't a big deal at all,” I wave him off. I smile at Scarlett, who is quietly investigating me across the table. I extend my hand to her.
“Hi, I'm Star. And you must be Scarlett. I've heard a lot about you from your brother.” I smile in his direction, and it seems like the girl starts to relax just a little bit. She smiles at me, while she puts her doll down on the bench seat next to her.
My attention shifts when I hear the bell, and there he stands. Chrome. Why the fuck is he here? Damn it all to hell!
Scarlett turns to see him, and pushes past River, barreling down the small aisle toward the giant man. He’s huge compared to her; hell, he is fucking huge compared to everyone.
“Daddddddddy!” the girl screeches as she throws herself into his arms. Did she just say Daddy? My body stiffens. Someone lied. Daddy? He’s her father? How? What? Who? The questions flood through my mind and River just sits there, staring at me. I want to punch him. Why would he lie to me about his little sister, too? What fucking game are they all playing?
Chrome and Scarlett walk back to the table. Scarlett climbs back into the booth next to River, and Chrome turns to me, and smiles.
“This seat taken?” He hints at the seat right next to me. I don't want him to sit down here, but I'm not about to make a scene in front of this little girl. That would just be wrong. I may not have a lot of morals, but I can act like a fucking decent human being sometimes.
“Of course not. Have a seat, Daddy .” I can't help myself. His large body squeezes into the booth next to me, and he squeezes my upper thigh under the table. He leans in close, whispering,“We'll talk after dinner.”
Hesitation is clear on his face. He doesn't want to tell me, but I am already in too deep with this little family .
My phone buzzes with a text from Journey.
See you around 8.
Mr. Fucking Nosy eyes the screen of my phone and stiffens while he reads the message. River and Scarlett sit on the other side of the table, picking out what sounds good to eat. She’s begging for dessert instead of a grilled cheese, but River isn't bending at all. Eventually she gives up, just as her glass of strawberry milk arrives. A girl after my own damn heart.
“Who was that?” Chrome’s breath on my neck sends a chill through my body. Why the fuck should he care?
“My sister, not that it is any of your fucking business.” I try to be quiet, but River can tell something is brewing between the two of us.
I shouldn't fucking care. I shouldn't give a flying fucking shit about this guy, or his kid, or his fucking life. I don't want to care about any of it at all. But I do, and after a single damn day, it is driving me insane. My plan to walk away clearly isn't working as well as I would have liked. Maybe I don't want him to go away. I don't know what the
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