Page 140 of Reaper's Claim

Chapter 60

Abby

There are times in life when you wish that you could just fast forward through them. You wish that you could just escape the pain and headache that is sure to be brought on.

I thought getting drunk would help.

I thought escaping the clubhouse for the night would help me.

But it hadn’t.

Now I stared up at my ceiling, feeling dizzy and lightheaded. Kim had managed to get us out for the night, and I smashed the drinks back quickly. She literally had to hold my body weight as we came home in the early morning hours.

And now, well, now my body was paying me back for it.

I rolled onto my side, the room still spinning. A sharp knock on my bedroom door caused me to groan. Any noise seemed to be ripping through my ears with blades at the moment.

“Come in,” I answered. There was no way I was getting out of bed to answer that door. My head was spinning badly enough without adding movement to it.

I heard the door close and when the person stepped into my line of sight, I regretted letting him in.

“What do you want, Reaper?” I was feeling too sick to even bother putting emotion in my voice. I was weak and exhausted; I didn’t have time for a fight with him.

“To see you.” He crossed his tattooed arms and let out a long sigh. “You really did a good job last night, didn’t you?”

“Fuck off Reaper, I’m not in the mood.” I was also more aware of how little clothing I was currently wearing while lying on top of the bed.

“What was last night about?” He pressed me with more questions.

“Why would you care?” I slowly sat up, “That would mean responsibility and caring, and we both know how much you hate both.”

His hollow eyes locked with mine. “Abby, you know there is more to it than that.”

“Whatever. I don’t care.”

I did care. I cared a fucking lot. I wanted to be his girl, and he ran away scared of being responsible.

He pulled a bottle out of his pocket and placed it on the bedside table. “Take some, it will help with nausea.”

“I’m always nauseous around you.” I snapped at him. “Now fuck off.”

“You're more of a bitch than normal.”

I gave him a mocking expression. “Well, it’s not like I got my heart squeezed till it exploded and now I am forced to pretend like nothing ever happened.”

“You know it’s not like that.” His voice was firm. “I love you, Abby, but you being with me puts a fucking target on you.”

“Oh, don’t give me that crap. I was brought up with a target on my back being a President's daughter. So why don’t you just admit it, Dad scared you off by making you responsible for my safety.”

“Your Dad just laid out the facts.”

I scoffed loudly. “How kind of him. I thought we were on the same side. Clearly, a talking to from my father is enough to scare you off.”

“Just take the tablets and sleep it off, Abby.” His voice lingered with a warning.

“Fine. I’ll get over it. But you had your chance, and you didn’t want to be with me. So from now on, we are nothing. Not friends, not enemies, nothing, got it?” I couldn’t stand to be his friend. It was going to be hard enough seeing him with other women.

“How about we talk about this when you don’t smell like you drank the bar dry.”

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