Page 113 of Hitting the Goal Line
After all the shit he put me through, all the fear and the pain that he made me feel, he’s not worth a single thought.
I just wish I was strong enough to leave him sooner, but what’s done is done. I can’t go back and change the past no matter how much I want to. I have to continue so that I can make my future as bright and filled with love as much as I possibly can.
And I’m going to start doing that as soon as Blake is out of jail.
I look out the window and see that the sun is almost fully set, which means I can’t stay here much longer.
Letting out a sigh, I turn my phone back on to so that I can book a hotel, because no way am I going back to the one I shared with Elijah.
Ignoring all the notifications for missed calls and text messages, I go straight to my web browser and start looking for a hotel that isn’t going to cost me an arm and a leg.
But it’s San Francisco, even the cheapest hotel is going to cost me a few hundred dollars.
Maybe I can message Hunter and Selena and ask if I can stay at their house for the night. That is if they don’t hate me already for putting their brother in jail.
There’s a chance that I’m going to lose everyone that I love, isn’t there? If I lose Blake over this, I will no doubt lose everyone that I connected with through him. His family, his friends, everyone.
I’ve already isolated myself from everyone, thanks to being with Elijah, it won’t take much to disappear from their lives completely.
But they’re my family and friends as they are his, so maybe it won’t lose everyone.
I let out a sigh. Thinking about all of this makes me hate Elijah even more.
Giving up on looking for a place to sleep, at least for a few minutes, I slide my phone away and close my eyes, leaning down to rest my head against my forearm.
I close my eyes for a second and try to get lost in the sounds of the coffee shop. Anything to clear my head.
For a few minutes, I drown in the noise, and become aware of every little thing. Like someone opening the front door to the place.
I guess there are people in the world that drink coffee at all times of the day.
I keep my head down as I listen to whoever walked in, my breathing keeping in tone with their footsteps. I don’t know why, but it’s a distraction that I will gladly take.
But then the footsteps stop and I have nothing left to drown out the thoughts. I almost let out a groan, but then something knocks against my table.
Maybe a new customer didn’t walk in and it was an employee and now they’ve come to tell me that I have to leave.
I guess my time here is done. I really should have continued looking for a place to sleep.
Sighing, I lift up my head to look up at the employee that I’m sure is here to kick me out. The words ‘I’m sorry’ are on the tip of my tongue, but they get stuck in my throat when I see who is standing in front of me.
Tears start from in my eyes for no reason whatsoever, besides the fact that he’s here. Blake is standing right in front of me.
“Oh my god,” I say, not hesitating whatsoever to jump up from my chair and wrap my arms around him.
It feels like forever since I’ve hugged him, since I felt his arms wrapped tightly around me.
“They let you out,” I say, tightening my hold on him.
He does the same, as his hands find their place around my waist and his face presses against my hair, like it’s been a long time for him too.
“They let me out,” he repeats, letting out a huge sigh that I feel move throughout his whole body.
Even though I don’t want to, I pull away from Blake but just enough to still keep our bodies touching.
I look up at his face and I start feeling sick to my stomach when I see all the bruising that has come in and the few cuts that he has. I can’t help but to be glad that Elijah didn’t re break his nose.
But Blake’s face still banged up because of me.
