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“Go talk to Sophia,” Eliana says, nodding to the building across the street.
Looking over my shoulder, I see a coffee shop in the corner, where she no doubt is.
“We’re going to head back to the beach house. Call us if you need anything,” Christian tells me, throwing a nod my way.
We say our goodbyes and they head to the parking lot and I head across the street.
Before walking into the coffee shop, I check Sophia’s location one more time, just to make sure it’s the right place. Once I have confirmation that it is, I don’t hesitate to pull the door open and walk in.
I see her right away and as soon as my eyes are on her, a wave of emotions crash into me.
She here. She’s safe.
And all I want to do is go to her and wrap her in my arms and never let her ago.
I want to put all the shit that we’ve been through, all the fear of losing, her behind me and finally make her mine.
She promised me that she would come back to me.
She said the words as her lips pressed against mine.
Maybe now, all that can finally happen.
There’s only one way to find out.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
SOPHIA
I’mon my second cup of water, sixth cup of liquid.
Since I was going to wait at coffee shop until it closed, I had to buy something so that the employees wouldn’t kick me out for taking up space. So, I bought a coffee, and after my third cup, I started to feel all jittery, so I moved to tea and well since that had caffeine in it too, I thought it was better to just switch to water.
There’s no need for me to be overly hyper in a small coffee shop while I wait to see if Blake is going to be potentially released tonight or not.
But I’ve been sitting at this corner table for a few hours now, and the sky is getting darker, so the chance of Blake getting released today are getting slimmer and slimmer.
It’s been a long day, and I just want to be over.
The only saving grace that I’ve had, has been the caffeine and the fact that this coffee shop has phone chargers at every table, because if I didn’t have either of those things, I would be beside myself.
Not that I’ve used my phone a lot.
For the majority of the time that I’ve been here, my phone has been off. I’ve been getting so many messages and phone calls, I don’t know what to do with them.
I should answer everyone, especially my parents, Patty, and Hunter, and I would, if I had more information, but I don’t. So, I just let the notifications grow.
I started powering off my phone when Elijah’s name started to appear on my screen. In a span of about ten minutes, he called fifty times and send over one hundred messages. I don’t know what he said on the calls, but if they were anything like the messages I received, I might have an idea.
Everything from calling me a bitch and a whore to him apologizing for crossing the line, then back to calling me a bitch after the police paid him a visit right before his surgery to fix his jaw. I’ve read every single message he sent and after seeing all the names that he was calling me, I decided that it was best to just turn off my phone and not let his words affect me. Especially his apologies.
Elijah is used to me accepting the very few apologies that he gave me and us moving on with our lives like everything has gone back to normal.
But not this time.
This time, I’m not going to crumble at his “I’m sorries”. I’m not going to accept a single apology and go back to being with him.
I’m done. I no longer want anything to do with him. He could suffer in hell for all I care.
