and I smile at Scarlett. “I'll be right back, and we can talk to your Dad about painting tomorrow.”
Out the door, and down the front steps of Maggie's, I round the corner of the old metal building toward my car. I open the passenger side door and there it is. Sitting right on the seat where I clearly forgot it earlier. I close the door and turn for the building when I hear a noise by the dumpster. It’s a strangled moan, or a cry. Whatever it is, it catches my attention. I take a couple steps in the direction of the sound. That’s when I hear it. His moan. That throaty growl. I could pick it of a crowd.
I open the brown fence door that closes off the back of the diner, and there’s Chrome. He’s leaning against a brick wall, his eyes closed, with some blonde on her knees in front of him sucking his dick. It shouldn't bother me. I shouldn't be upset. It shouldn't feel like my heart was just ripped right out of my chest. But it does. I slowly started to open myself up once again, despite the fact that everything surrounding this man screams, run the fuck away . I’m a motherfucking idiot.
I let out a gasp and the blonde turns around, with Chrome's dick still in her hand. “The fuck you lookin' at?”
She’s ugly. Really ugly. Dark circles around her eyes, ratty clothes, and her long blonde hair hangs in dreadlocks. She looks like she has been fucking rode hard and put up wet. My gaze scans upward and my eyes meet Chrome’s.
“I should have fucking known better,” I say before I turn to walk away. I don't look back. I will never look back. I am fucking done looking back.
I take my purse and run back inside the diner. I throw a couple bills on the table, and I give River an apologetic look.
“Bring Scarlett by around ten tomorrow morning. I gotta go. You know where to find me.”
I turn and head for my car. I get inside and lock the door. I don't know where he is, but I am not going to let him stop me. He can keep his blow job in the alleyway. I am fucking done. I throw the car in reverse and back out of the parking spot, heading for the hotel.
Once I’m safely inside my hotel room, I text Journey and let her know I’m not up for any visitors tonight. I know she’s going to be upset, but I don't want her to see me like this.
I make plans to see her tomorrow night instead, to have dinner and catch up on life. Almost as if on cue, I hear a knock on the door. I know it’s Chrome, and I don't want to see him. I really wish there was another place I could stay in this fucking town. This whole one motel shit is for the birds.
“Open up, Star.” River's voice bellows through the closed hotel room door. I actually get up to let him in, simply because he isn't his brother, who could be dead in that alley way, and I wouldn't care.
“What the hell happened?” The words fly out of his mouth before I have a chance to even say hello. I’m upset, and he can see it. However, I just can't bring myself to cry. I'm all cried out. I shed my last tear in New York City when I spilled my heart and soul to Seven. I have nothing left in me.
“I don't want to get into it. I just had to get out of there.” I notice he’s alone.
“So, you don't want to talk about it? About whatever is going on with you and my brother?” Going on with me and his brother? Nothing is going on with us. Nothing at all. Fucking absolutely nothing.
“There is nothing going on with us. We hooked up. That is all it was. Nothing more,” I say, as though I’m trying to convince myself, but I am doing a really bad job of it.
“Star, are you sure?” Why does this kid care about me so much? What have I done in my life that is actually good enough to deserve a real friend like him? Let alone after only a few days.
“Yeah, I’m sure,” I lie. I shouldn't lie to him and I feel bad. I am lying to myself, too, because I’m trying to insist that, whatever those hook ups were, it wasn't anything worth writing home about. I'm a bad liar. I
Out the door, and down the front steps of Maggie's, I round the corner of the old metal building toward my car. I open the passenger side door and there it is. Sitting right on the seat where I clearly forgot it earlier. I close the door and turn for the building when I hear a noise by the dumpster. It’s a strangled moan, or a cry. Whatever it is, it catches my attention. I take a couple steps in the direction of the sound. That’s when I hear it. His moan. That throaty growl. I could pick it of a crowd.
I open the brown fence door that closes off the back of the diner, and there’s Chrome. He’s leaning against a brick wall, his eyes closed, with some blonde on her knees in front of him sucking his dick. It shouldn't bother me. I shouldn't be upset. It shouldn't feel like my heart was just ripped right out of my chest. But it does. I slowly started to open myself up once again, despite the fact that everything surrounding this man screams, run the fuck away . I’m a motherfucking idiot.
I let out a gasp and the blonde turns around, with Chrome's dick still in her hand. “The fuck you lookin' at?”
She’s ugly. Really ugly. Dark circles around her eyes, ratty clothes, and her long blonde hair hangs in dreadlocks. She looks like she has been fucking rode hard and put up wet. My gaze scans upward and my eyes meet Chrome’s.
“I should have fucking known better,” I say before I turn to walk away. I don't look back. I will never look back. I am fucking done looking back.
I take my purse and run back inside the diner. I throw a couple bills on the table, and I give River an apologetic look.
“Bring Scarlett by around ten tomorrow morning. I gotta go. You know where to find me.”
I turn and head for my car. I get inside and lock the door. I don't know where he is, but I am not going to let him stop me. He can keep his blow job in the alleyway. I am fucking done. I throw the car in reverse and back out of the parking spot, heading for the hotel.
Once I’m safely inside my hotel room, I text Journey and let her know I’m not up for any visitors tonight. I know she’s going to be upset, but I don't want her to see me like this.
I make plans to see her tomorrow night instead, to have dinner and catch up on life. Almost as if on cue, I hear a knock on the door. I know it’s Chrome, and I don't want to see him. I really wish there was another place I could stay in this fucking town. This whole one motel shit is for the birds.
“Open up, Star.” River's voice bellows through the closed hotel room door. I actually get up to let him in, simply because he isn't his brother, who could be dead in that alley way, and I wouldn't care.
“What the hell happened?” The words fly out of his mouth before I have a chance to even say hello. I’m upset, and he can see it. However, I just can't bring myself to cry. I'm all cried out. I shed my last tear in New York City when I spilled my heart and soul to Seven. I have nothing left in me.
“I don't want to get into it. I just had to get out of there.” I notice he’s alone.
“So, you don't want to talk about it? About whatever is going on with you and my brother?” Going on with me and his brother? Nothing is going on with us. Nothing at all. Fucking absolutely nothing.
“There is nothing going on with us. We hooked up. That is all it was. Nothing more,” I say, as though I’m trying to convince myself, but I am doing a really bad job of it.
“Star, are you sure?” Why does this kid care about me so much? What have I done in my life that is actually good enough to deserve a real friend like him? Let alone after only a few days.
“Yeah, I’m sure,” I lie. I shouldn't lie to him and I feel bad. I am lying to myself, too, because I’m trying to insist that, whatever those hook ups were, it wasn't anything worth writing home about. I'm a bad liar. I
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