The Upside of Being Let Down (new adult romance - 1) by London Casey, Karolyn James Page B
Authors: London Casey, Karolyn James
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the car off and got out. When he
slammed the door, a few people looked at him.
A short, fat bald guy - named
Charles - lifted his coffee mug and smiled a toothless smile.
“ Hey,
Bryan! ” he yelled.
Bryan waved and lowered his head.
He thought of AJ.
He wondered where she was, what she
was doing. He hoped she wasn ’ t
lost in a world of pain. He hoped she didn ’ t
feel used.
Beyond the hope of it all, he just
wished she would have stayed.
It was so much easier to face life
with someone who understood it.
(13)
I stopped looking in the mirror
three blocks after leaving Bryan ’ s
apartment. I knew he wouldn ’ t
follow me because nobody ever did. Nobody ever chased me down, begged me to stay.
And that was okay. It was just part of my destiny that didn ’ t quite make sense.
My first stop was the old
apartment.
The old apartment.
That sounded weird, even if it was
reality.
I pulled into the parking lot and
saw Angela ’ s car was gone.
Of course it would be. She ’ d
be the goodie-two-shoes to wake up early on a Saturday morning and do
something. Maybe she was out to breakfast with friends, talking about her
fucked up roommate who she kicked out. Maybe she was at the gym, perfecting her
little body. Maybe she was saving kittens from a fire, being the hero she
thought she was.
I sped away from the apartment,
vowing to never go back.
Angela could keep my bed and desk,
fuck it.
The desk was junk. It wobbled and
the one drawer stuck all the time. And the bed wasn ’ t that comfortable at all. The mattress was soft,
but so was Bryan ’ s.
Bryan.
I should have waited.
I should have written down my phone
number, which was what I was going to do the second time I had the pen in my
hand. But I didn ’ t. I didn ’ t because I didn ’ t want him to be the guy that
would just start texting and calling me the second he saw it.
I didn ’ t need someone to cling... maybe to cuddle, but not
to cling.
So I had to go see Winnie.
That was my only other place to go.
My stomach growled and I knew I
needed breakfast at some point. I could have stayed with Bryan and had
breakfast. But then what? What would it have implied?
When I got to Winnie ’ s apartment I sat in my car for
a couple minutes practicing everything I needed to say. To sound sincere and of
course honest with her. It was my sister after all. She ’ d accept me no matter what.
“ Yeah, ” I whispered and got out of my
car.
I knocked and prayed that Winnie was
home. If her roommate answered I ’ d
fall over. I couldn ’ t stand
it anymore. I needed food, a place to stay, someone to talk to. Someone that
wasn ’ t Bryan, because it
seemed everything we did always geared towards sex. Not to his fault though,
that was all me. I liked his body. Oh well.
I knocked again and again until Winnie
finally answered the door.
She looked like a hot mess, her big
brown eyes blinking, focusing on her little sister standing at her door first
thing on a Saturday morning.
“ AJ? ”
“ Can
I come in, sis? ”
“ Yeah. ”
I went into the apartment and
started playing with my hands.
“ What
are you doing here? ” Winnie
asked. “ Not that I mind,
but, are you okay? ”
I turned and looked at Winnie.
Damn.
There was no lying. There were no
stories to tell. They all left my body when I looked at her. Last night she was
Wicked. She was still my sister but she was Wicked. She had been working,
focusing on her job, earning. Good for her. But then, with clothes on and her
eyes on me, she was Winnie.
My sister.
“ I ’ m in trouble, ” I whispered. “ I ’ m
sorry. ”
“ Trouble?
What kind of trouble? With the law? ”
“ No,
not that bad, ” I said.
Winnie rushed by me. She pulled out
a chair and told me to sit. She went into the kitchen and started making
coffee. It was much needed.
“ Got
any eggs? ” I asked.
“ Eggs? ”
“ I ’ m hungry. I didn ’ t eat this morning. ”
Winnie opened her fridge and stared
at me.
slammed the door, a few people looked at him.
A short, fat bald guy - named
Charles - lifted his coffee mug and smiled a toothless smile.
“ Hey,
Bryan! ” he yelled.
Bryan waved and lowered his head.
He thought of AJ.
He wondered where she was, what she
was doing. He hoped she wasn ’ t
lost in a world of pain. He hoped she didn ’ t
feel used.
Beyond the hope of it all, he just
wished she would have stayed.
It was so much easier to face life
with someone who understood it.
(13)
I stopped looking in the mirror
three blocks after leaving Bryan ’ s
apartment. I knew he wouldn ’ t
follow me because nobody ever did. Nobody ever chased me down, begged me to stay.
And that was okay. It was just part of my destiny that didn ’ t quite make sense.
My first stop was the old
apartment.
The old apartment.
That sounded weird, even if it was
reality.
I pulled into the parking lot and
saw Angela ’ s car was gone.
Of course it would be. She ’ d
be the goodie-two-shoes to wake up early on a Saturday morning and do
something. Maybe she was out to breakfast with friends, talking about her
fucked up roommate who she kicked out. Maybe she was at the gym, perfecting her
little body. Maybe she was saving kittens from a fire, being the hero she
thought she was.
I sped away from the apartment,
vowing to never go back.
Angela could keep my bed and desk,
fuck it.
The desk was junk. It wobbled and
the one drawer stuck all the time. And the bed wasn ’ t that comfortable at all. The mattress was soft,
but so was Bryan ’ s.
Bryan.
I should have waited.
I should have written down my phone
number, which was what I was going to do the second time I had the pen in my
hand. But I didn ’ t. I didn ’ t because I didn ’ t want him to be the guy that
would just start texting and calling me the second he saw it.
I didn ’ t need someone to cling... maybe to cuddle, but not
to cling.
So I had to go see Winnie.
That was my only other place to go.
My stomach growled and I knew I
needed breakfast at some point. I could have stayed with Bryan and had
breakfast. But then what? What would it have implied?
When I got to Winnie ’ s apartment I sat in my car for
a couple minutes practicing everything I needed to say. To sound sincere and of
course honest with her. It was my sister after all. She ’ d accept me no matter what.
“ Yeah, ” I whispered and got out of my
car.
I knocked and prayed that Winnie was
home. If her roommate answered I ’ d
fall over. I couldn ’ t stand
it anymore. I needed food, a place to stay, someone to talk to. Someone that
wasn ’ t Bryan, because it
seemed everything we did always geared towards sex. Not to his fault though,
that was all me. I liked his body. Oh well.
I knocked again and again until Winnie
finally answered the door.
She looked like a hot mess, her big
brown eyes blinking, focusing on her little sister standing at her door first
thing on a Saturday morning.
“ AJ? ”
“ Can
I come in, sis? ”
“ Yeah. ”
I went into the apartment and
started playing with my hands.
“ What
are you doing here? ” Winnie
asked. “ Not that I mind,
but, are you okay? ”
I turned and looked at Winnie.
Damn.
There was no lying. There were no
stories to tell. They all left my body when I looked at her. Last night she was
Wicked. She was still my sister but she was Wicked. She had been working,
focusing on her job, earning. Good for her. But then, with clothes on and her
eyes on me, she was Winnie.
My sister.
“ I ’ m in trouble, ” I whispered. “ I ’ m
sorry. ”
“ Trouble?
What kind of trouble? With the law? ”
“ No,
not that bad, ” I said.
Winnie rushed by me. She pulled out
a chair and told me to sit. She went into the kitchen and started making
coffee. It was much needed.
“ Got
any eggs? ” I asked.
“ Eggs? ”
“ I ’ m hungry. I didn ’ t eat this morning. ”
Winnie opened her fridge and stared
at me.
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