Page 2 of Bound By Lust

“Nah, I can’t. I have plans with a friend tonight. You know her. It’s Faythe, the tiny little fluff ball you met last time,” I try to jog his memory, and he nods.

“Oh I remember her. She came to the game, right? Damn, she got it like that? Just traveling all over the states just to see you?” he jokes.

“NO!” I laugh. “She was in the northeast and just happened to move around here,” I explain. “But I’m supposed to meet her and then I’ll head to the hotel to get some rest before we hop on the flight home tomorrow,” I tell him, and he sighs.

“Damn… okay that makes sense, but if you change your mind, we’ll be at Bar One on Phillips.” He smirks, disappointment written on his face. High key I’m kinda glad he gave up so quickly because I’m not in the mood to be out and about right now.

“Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.” I shift on my feet and wave, walking over to the locker room, leaving him where he found me. I head over to where Coach told me I would be showering and quickly wash off what I’m feeling, though the sadness lingers on my fucking body.

I let the water beat down on me, searching for the usual clarity, but I don’t find it. In fact, I’m fucking downtrodden and browbeaten, no matter how fucking good the water feels.

Where is he? Is he okay? Should I leave early and go home to check on him?

I chew my lip worried about him, knowing he was sick the last time I saw him. His maid was a bitch, but he could have been in the hospital and she could have been acting on her own authority. I can’t use her actions against him… but still, where the fuck is he?

Worried, I quickly wash the soap off my body and dry off, heading to my locker where I quickly pull out my phone to check my messages.

Locked in : Hey baby, are you still sleeping?

Locked in : When you wake up text me I have something to ask you

Locked in : It’s EXTREMELY important!

Locked in : I’m done with lecture and heading to the bus to go to the airport. I won’t have my phone on me for a few hours since Coach won’t let us use our phones unless it’s an emergency. I’ll text after we land.

But my heart pounds hard as fuck in my chest when I realize that the not only did he read the messages, but it was a whole thirty minutes ago… still no response.

My heart beats so hard that my legs go weak. All this time, I’ve been upset, but I convinced myself that no matter what he’d been doing, once he read my messages, especially my email, he’d respond as soon as he got it. I knew it! I fucking knew it!

I knew that he was sick when I last saw him, and I thought that he was possibly in the hospital, and he was so sick he couldn’t get to the phone. I believed with all my heart that Frank was different and he would never hurt me. I believed it, but deep down, I questioned if I was only making excuses, but I admonished myself for that insecure thinking. Apparently, I was wrong. This mother fucker is no different from Matt and all the other sons of bitches that were playing in my damn face the entire time.

Wow…

The hurt is so unreal… it’s much different from how pissed I was about Matt. This is devastation, heartache… anguish.

I plop down on the bench, waiting for the tears, but they won’t come. I want to kick, scream, and slap the fuck out of him for making me fall in love with him. My leg trembles and my teeth grind as I stare at my phone. huffing, flaming fucking mad. Fine… if this is what he wants then I’m fucking done!

Locked in : You know what? I’m tired of this

Locked in : I see you read my messages and chose not to respond…

Locked in : I can take a hint. I’m done. We’re through.

I type out, and my heart sinks deeper when I immediately see read pop up, but nothing follows.

Not a “Baby, let’s talk this out.” No “This was a misunderstanding.” Not even a “Haha, gotcha bitch!” Nothing.

I clutch my chest and lean forward, heart breaking, shaking my head in disbelief. I want to say fuck it but…

“This mother fucker got me fucked up!” I shoot up, ready to go home so I can fight him, but as I walk out the locker and my phone vibrates in my hand, I perk up thinking it’s him, though I deflate when I see it’s my dad calling.Shit.

I don’t want to answer since we fell out but…what if he’s calling to tell me congratulations?

Nervous, I pick up the phone with a shyness I never have with my dad but… this… I don’t know, this is important.Maybe after this game he’ll change his mind.

“Hey Dad,” I try to sound upbeat even though my heart is racing.

“Jessica, hey baby girl how are you?” his voice comes through gently.Okay… that’s a good sign.

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