from him and start to walk up the driveway.
“Family isn’t always blood, Tate. Sometimes family is made up of the people surrounding you, those who love you and who accept you. You’re not alone. No matter how much you think you are, or even want to be. When you need your family , they’ll be there. Always.”
Too exhausted to speak, I don’t even respond to his words. I just continue towards Cash’s front door. As soon as I open it, I hear Noah backing out of the driveway.
His lights disappear as I step inside, so I shut the door behind me and continue on into the house. Hearing a muffled giggling, I start to yell for Sadie, thinking she beat me here, but when I enter the living room, I see a familiar pair of turquoise boots wrapped around Cash’s waist, his body clamped tightly between the legs inside of them.
Completely in shock at the sight in front of me, my heart pounds mercilessly against my ribcage and my hands to shake. A surge of adrenaline shoots through my veins as the knowledge that the woman in front of me is definitely not his cousin. I watch her hands run up and down the back of his wife-beater tank while he nuzzles her neck, receiving more of her cackling as a reward.
Thoughts of the first night he brought her to “The Office”, the morning when I groveled, pleading for him to take me back while he made me feel like shit for breaking his back window, all the times she hung out with us, encouraging him to stay up late to watch TV with her long after I went to bed, the display at the club tonight — they all attack me at once, each one a slap in the face.
I’m going to kill him.
Every emotion that I’ve suppressed tonight rages to the surface as I make a mad dash across the room and literally launch myself onto his back, throwing a pair of ugly ass turquoise boots out of the way as I replace them with my body. Screaming, I squeeze him tightly with my legs and place him into a choke hold with one arm around his neck while beating his bicep with my closed fist.
Another high pitched scream hits the air, but I don’t care. All I see is red. Anger takes over as I extend myself over the side of his shoulder and hit him as hard as I can on the side of his face. Fiercely, he jerks himself into a standing position while roaring “YOU BITCH!” just as I lose my hold on him, falling to the floor.
And the last thing I see before the popcorn ceiling is his stupid ass “Class of 2007” high school senior ring coming full-force toward my face.
What the fuck am I doing?
Veering to the right side of the road, I put the Jeep in park and stare at my dashboard.
Knowing Tatum’s alone in Dickhead the Douchebag’s house, packing her shit to leave him — or at least I hope she’s leaving him this time — does not sit well with me. And right after I delivered my epic you’re-never-alone speech.
Disappointed, I shake my head in disbelief. I’m such a fucking hypocrite.
Circling the steering wheel as many times as I can to the left, I put the Jeep back in drive and turn back towards Cash’s house. There’s no way in hell that I’m going to let her do this by herself, unprotected. I saw the unadulterated fury in his eyes in the parking lot the night she bashed out his window, and I have no doubt that if I hadn’t been there he would have harmed her. Just the thought of him laying his hands on her — Jesus. I shake my head again as my jaw clenches on its own accord.
I would fucking kill him.
Just as my grip tightens on the wheel, a chiming noise from the floorboard captures my attention. Glancing over, I catch sight of Tatum’s purse. A small grin presents itself on my face. Now she can’t be pissed when I show up seeing as though I have an actual reason to go back. It’s the perfect ploy.
After coming to a complete stop in the driveway, I reach over to grab the tiny black sequined purse she almost left in the bar, suddenly glad I went back to get it. It
“Family isn’t always blood, Tate. Sometimes family is made up of the people surrounding you, those who love you and who accept you. You’re not alone. No matter how much you think you are, or even want to be. When you need your family , they’ll be there. Always.”
Too exhausted to speak, I don’t even respond to his words. I just continue towards Cash’s front door. As soon as I open it, I hear Noah backing out of the driveway.
His lights disappear as I step inside, so I shut the door behind me and continue on into the house. Hearing a muffled giggling, I start to yell for Sadie, thinking she beat me here, but when I enter the living room, I see a familiar pair of turquoise boots wrapped around Cash’s waist, his body clamped tightly between the legs inside of them.
Completely in shock at the sight in front of me, my heart pounds mercilessly against my ribcage and my hands to shake. A surge of adrenaline shoots through my veins as the knowledge that the woman in front of me is definitely not his cousin. I watch her hands run up and down the back of his wife-beater tank while he nuzzles her neck, receiving more of her cackling as a reward.
Thoughts of the first night he brought her to “The Office”, the morning when I groveled, pleading for him to take me back while he made me feel like shit for breaking his back window, all the times she hung out with us, encouraging him to stay up late to watch TV with her long after I went to bed, the display at the club tonight — they all attack me at once, each one a slap in the face.
I’m going to kill him.
Every emotion that I’ve suppressed tonight rages to the surface as I make a mad dash across the room and literally launch myself onto his back, throwing a pair of ugly ass turquoise boots out of the way as I replace them with my body. Screaming, I squeeze him tightly with my legs and place him into a choke hold with one arm around his neck while beating his bicep with my closed fist.
Another high pitched scream hits the air, but I don’t care. All I see is red. Anger takes over as I extend myself over the side of his shoulder and hit him as hard as I can on the side of his face. Fiercely, he jerks himself into a standing position while roaring “YOU BITCH!” just as I lose my hold on him, falling to the floor.
And the last thing I see before the popcorn ceiling is his stupid ass “Class of 2007” high school senior ring coming full-force toward my face.
What the fuck am I doing?
Veering to the right side of the road, I put the Jeep in park and stare at my dashboard.
Knowing Tatum’s alone in Dickhead the Douchebag’s house, packing her shit to leave him — or at least I hope she’s leaving him this time — does not sit well with me. And right after I delivered my epic you’re-never-alone speech.
Disappointed, I shake my head in disbelief. I’m such a fucking hypocrite.
Circling the steering wheel as many times as I can to the left, I put the Jeep back in drive and turn back towards Cash’s house. There’s no way in hell that I’m going to let her do this by herself, unprotected. I saw the unadulterated fury in his eyes in the parking lot the night she bashed out his window, and I have no doubt that if I hadn’t been there he would have harmed her. Just the thought of him laying his hands on her — Jesus. I shake my head again as my jaw clenches on its own accord.
I would fucking kill him.
Just as my grip tightens on the wheel, a chiming noise from the floorboard captures my attention. Glancing over, I catch sight of Tatum’s purse. A small grin presents itself on my face. Now she can’t be pissed when I show up seeing as though I have an actual reason to go back. It’s the perfect ploy.
After coming to a complete stop in the driveway, I reach over to grab the tiny black sequined purse she almost left in the bar, suddenly glad I went back to get it. It
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