Page 71 of Ruin

TRIXIE

I cannot believeI’m having this fight with my dad. The stupid bimbo needs to shut the fuck up, before I shut her up for good.

“Patricia-” Before he can continue talking I walk away from him.

We go every year, and never miss it. But now the stupid bimbo has stopped my dad from doing this one thing with me.

Slamming my bedroom door shut, I look at my weekend bag and flowers that are ready to go. The door opens behind me, and I close my eyes.

“I can take you, but I want something in return.” Robert places his hand on my ass, but quickly takes a step away from me when the door opens.

“Patricia, I promise we will go, but not tonight. Next week-” Dad stops talking when I turn around to face him, and for the first time in months I grab a piece of paper to write something down for him.

Next week is not tomorrow. I hate you for this. I hate you for not being my dad anymore. I hate you because you take her side for everything. I hate you.

I throw the paper at him, and rush to the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. I’m not going to stand there and listen to what he has to say about not going. He knows how much this day means to me.

“Patricia.” I hear my dad on the other side of the door. “Please-” I put the shower on so I don’t have to listen to him, and hope if he hears the water he will leave.

I’ll go. I’ll go alone. If he wants to break the promise, he can. But I won’t.

I get out of the shower, and Declan is sitting on the end of the bed tapping away on his phone. Without even looking up at me he asks. “Are you going to tell me why you’re out here by yourself?”

He finishes whatever he was doing on his phone, and looks up at me, and a faint smile appears on his lips.

“If I knew you’d look this sexy in my clothes, I would have given you more.” His eyes move up and down my body, and the way he’s looking at me, makes my body break out in goosebumps.

He gave me his hockey jersey last week, and even though I didn’t want to wear it, it’s so comfy to sleep in.

It’s comfy to sleep in.

“I’m sure sleeping naked would be more comfortable.” I press my lips together to stop myself from smiling.

I have no idea how the boy who made me cry, made me suck his dick, was an asshole to me, yet makes me feel safe around him. How does he do that?

“So why are you here?” he asks again, and I look away from him.

I had to see someone in the morning. Every year I have breakfast at the same place, order the same thing, and-

I stop because he might think I’m stupid for coming all this way, but I did it for me.

I made a promise I would do this every year, and I’m not breaking it.

He watches me for a moment without saying anything. I walk over to the table to grab a bottle of water but stop when he tells me to, and I look over at him.

“I want to look at you.” I narrow my brows together at him, I’m sure he can look at me from the table. “Don’t you think I should get something, I mean I drove for two hours to rescue you. I deserve a reward, don’t I?”

I stand up straight at his words. There was me thinking he might give me a night off, but I was wrong. Yet a shock of excitement hits my core.

I hate that I’ve missed him touching me.

Does that make me crazy?

What do you want?

“Well, first I think you have too many clothes on.” I look at him, then move my eyes to his chest before meeting his eyes again. “Something on your mind?” I bring my hands up to sign, but then stop which only makes him laugh. “The longer you take the more I might have to have fun with you.”

You get to see me naked, but I don’t get to see anything?

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