then walks away with an exaggerated sway in her hips.
“Laurel? Babe?” Nothing comes back through the speaker but a worrying silence.
Shit, fuck, damn. I growl and slump back in the chair. “Thanks for the help, dickwad. That was Laurel.”
“What could I have done? Shannon wouldn’t listen to me.” He shrugs, and takes another drink.
I try her number again but it just rings out. Another try and it goes straight to voicemail. She’s turned her fucking phone off. I get that for another five minutes until I stop trying, and throw my phone back down on the table. I’m in so much trouble.
“She’s probably annoyed, but she won’t believe her. She knows how much you love her.” Blake tries to make me feel better but until I can explain, I’m not even going to be able to concentrate on anything. I’m gonna fucking kill Shannon when I next see her, the bitch. Why does it have to happen when Laurel’s over a hundred miles away? I can’t go three days with her being upset. Or pissed. Whichever it is. But how can I get her to talk to me if she’s not answering the phone? I scrub my hands over my face in frustration, and frown into my drink.
“I’ll tell Cass what happened, don’t worry. She’ll explain it to Laurel.” I exhale deeply, and nod with relief. That’ll help.
“I’ll do it now, before she gets a call from her. It’ll be better if we get our side across first. Chin up.”
He slaps me on the shoulder and ruffles my hair. “Catch ya later.” I nod again and mumble a ‘later’ to him as he walks away.
“What did Shannon want?” Ryan asks, sitting down in the chair that Blake just left. He’s eyeing me suspiciously, waiting for my answer. Another one who doesn’t believe me then. I guess that’s what I get for acting like a muppet for so long.
“To cause problems for me and Laurel, because I turned her down. Answered my phone and made out like we were fucking or some shit like that.”
“God, my sixteen year old sister is more mature than her.” He chuckles and pushes another beer towards me. “On the house, seems like you need it. Laurel’s not going to believe her anyway. She knows she likes to cause trouble.”
“Yeah right. That’s why she ignored my call then turned her phone off.” He frowns and gets out his own phone. He’s presses it to his ear, I imagine trying to call her and it rings. My heart pounds in my chest when she answers.
Is she crying?
Fuck me.
I motion for him to give me the phone but he winces and holds his finger up for me to wait. He starts trying to soothe her.
She is crying.
For fuck’s sake. So much for her not believing it.
I gesture again for him to give me the phone but he shakes his head mouthing not yet to me and I get out the chair with a jerk, slamming my hands on the table. I can’t just do nothing, but what the hell can I do?
Laurel
I stare at my phone in shock then slowly slide down the wall in my hotel room. The tears are pooling in my eyes and my heart feels like it’s going to break any minute.
“What’s going on?” I whisper into the empty room. Fuck, he’s with her. I go away for a few days and he turns to her for sex?
That can’t be right.
But why would she say it? Well I know why, she’s probably just jealous.
But she had his phone. She’s with him.
My phone beeps and I get a text. I don’t know the number.
I’m fucking your boyfriend. And there are others too. You’re fooling yourself if you think he’ll ever be faithful.
My phone buzzes again and I glance down at the screen. I need time to think. I can’t talk to him about this yet so I dismiss the call and turn my phone off. Hot tears roll slowly down my face and as much as I want to be strong about this, it feels good to cry. To release it all. So I do. Just thinking about them together causes the bile to rise in my throat and I choke down a sob. I cover my mouth with my hand, and get a sick feeling in my stomach. It takes a few
“Laurel? Babe?” Nothing comes back through the speaker but a worrying silence.
Shit, fuck, damn. I growl and slump back in the chair. “Thanks for the help, dickwad. That was Laurel.”
“What could I have done? Shannon wouldn’t listen to me.” He shrugs, and takes another drink.
I try her number again but it just rings out. Another try and it goes straight to voicemail. She’s turned her fucking phone off. I get that for another five minutes until I stop trying, and throw my phone back down on the table. I’m in so much trouble.
“She’s probably annoyed, but she won’t believe her. She knows how much you love her.” Blake tries to make me feel better but until I can explain, I’m not even going to be able to concentrate on anything. I’m gonna fucking kill Shannon when I next see her, the bitch. Why does it have to happen when Laurel’s over a hundred miles away? I can’t go three days with her being upset. Or pissed. Whichever it is. But how can I get her to talk to me if she’s not answering the phone? I scrub my hands over my face in frustration, and frown into my drink.
“I’ll tell Cass what happened, don’t worry. She’ll explain it to Laurel.” I exhale deeply, and nod with relief. That’ll help.
“I’ll do it now, before she gets a call from her. It’ll be better if we get our side across first. Chin up.”
He slaps me on the shoulder and ruffles my hair. “Catch ya later.” I nod again and mumble a ‘later’ to him as he walks away.
“What did Shannon want?” Ryan asks, sitting down in the chair that Blake just left. He’s eyeing me suspiciously, waiting for my answer. Another one who doesn’t believe me then. I guess that’s what I get for acting like a muppet for so long.
“To cause problems for me and Laurel, because I turned her down. Answered my phone and made out like we were fucking or some shit like that.”
“God, my sixteen year old sister is more mature than her.” He chuckles and pushes another beer towards me. “On the house, seems like you need it. Laurel’s not going to believe her anyway. She knows she likes to cause trouble.”
“Yeah right. That’s why she ignored my call then turned her phone off.” He frowns and gets out his own phone. He’s presses it to his ear, I imagine trying to call her and it rings. My heart pounds in my chest when she answers.
Is she crying?
Fuck me.
I motion for him to give me the phone but he winces and holds his finger up for me to wait. He starts trying to soothe her.
She is crying.
For fuck’s sake. So much for her not believing it.
I gesture again for him to give me the phone but he shakes his head mouthing not yet to me and I get out the chair with a jerk, slamming my hands on the table. I can’t just do nothing, but what the hell can I do?
Laurel
I stare at my phone in shock then slowly slide down the wall in my hotel room. The tears are pooling in my eyes and my heart feels like it’s going to break any minute.
“What’s going on?” I whisper into the empty room. Fuck, he’s with her. I go away for a few days and he turns to her for sex?
That can’t be right.
But why would she say it? Well I know why, she’s probably just jealous.
But she had his phone. She’s with him.
My phone beeps and I get a text. I don’t know the number.
I’m fucking your boyfriend. And there are others too. You’re fooling yourself if you think he’ll ever be faithful.
My phone buzzes again and I glance down at the screen. I need time to think. I can’t talk to him about this yet so I dismiss the call and turn my phone off. Hot tears roll slowly down my face and as much as I want to be strong about this, it feels good to cry. To release it all. So I do. Just thinking about them together causes the bile to rise in my throat and I choke down a sob. I cover my mouth with my hand, and get a sick feeling in my stomach. It takes a few
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