Page 93 of Crash
“Lincoln.”
“I saw the way you looked at her,” I hissed. “Vindictive, jealous and catty. You think they’re loveable qualities? They’re not. Violet is sweet, kind, she listens to me and cares about what I want. I care about her more than I care about myself. All you’re thinking about right now is what you want and fuck anyone else’s feelings. It takes two to be in a relationship, Andrea.Two.”
Her face contorted into a scowl and she raised her hand to slap me. Just as she was about to strike, I grabbed her wrist.
“Did you think I’d love someone like you? Did you think this was going to win me over? Breaking into my room and waiting for me,starkers, on my bed?”
“I had to show you,” she hissed, wrenching her arm from my grasp. “How could you want someone likeher.She’s scared of everything. She’s a mouse. She’s not enough for a man like you.”
“I love her, Andrea. I. Love.Her.” I turned away and ran my hand over my face. ”If you’ve fucked that up for me…”
“But—”
“No buts!” I roared, turning to face her. “Get out.” I jabbed my finger toward the door. “Get the fuck out!”
She began to pull on her clothes hastily, her eyes brimming with tears, but I didn’t give a fuck. She was crazy, absolutely fucking crazy.
“Lincoln,please.”
“If I ever see you again… So help me fucking god…” I spat, my jaw tight.
She snatched up her shoes and purse, her eyes on the floor, and slunk across the room. As the door slammed behind her, I picked up my phone and tried Violet again.
It went tovoicemailas I knew it would, and I left her a message.
“Vee, where are you? You need to let me explain…” I sighed sharply as I began to pace up and down the length of the room. “I never touched her. She was just…there. Please tell me where you are. I need to know you’re okay.”
It was a lame excuse of an apology. I fucked Andrea in a moment of weakness, so this mess wasall myfault. I was responsible for Violet’s heartbreak. Knowing how hard it must’ve been for her to fly all the way up here, made it even worse. She would be hurting something fierce, absolutely coming apart at the seams. For a woman like her… I smashed my fist against the wall.Fuck!
If something happened to Violet because of my stupid fucking mistake… I couldn’t live with myself.
I had to find her and fix this before it was too late.
Thirty-Five
Violet
I woke sometime in the night to knocking at my door.
Rubbing my puffy eyes, I pulled the blankets back and hesitated as my feet hit the floor. Maybe it washim. Ash had told me not to let him in, and I didn’t want to see him either. Looking down at my purple dress, I sobbed again. It was all crumpled and destroyed…just like I felt.
The knocking started up again.
“Violet, it’s Ash. Let me in.”
Stumbling to my feet, I ran to the door and wrenched it open. A second later, my brother had me in his arms.
“Oh fuck,Vee,” he said, hugging me tight.
The door closed behind him, and he guided me back into the room.
“I’m sorry,” I cried as he coaxed me to sit. “I’m so sorry.”
“What the fuck?” he exclaimed, holding my shoulders. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry about. Nothing, you hear?”
“I couldn’t handle it… I… You had to come save me yet again.” Pathetic. I was constantly dragging him down with me. I was a dead weight holding him back.
“I don’t give a shit. I’ll come save you even if you tell me to fuck off,” he said, pulling me back into his arms.
