Page 117 of Tomorrow Belongs to Us
“Lance is no more a serial cheater or purveyor of beautiful young women than I am a pole dancing stripper,” she says.
I suppress a laugh.
“Do you want me to take that?” Lesley glances at the book in my hands.
My body feels lighter, but I am confused. “Yes, please. Could you give it to him?” What she’s just told me makes it difficult to walk away, but it will be easier to look back on my time with him.
I’m moving on. A new chapter, a new start. Lance always complicates my life, after he makes things better, and I just can’t deal with all the rollercoaster emotion that being with him entails.
Chapter 43
MEGAN
“Stop messing around!” I yell at my brother when he puts the empty cardboard box on his head, like a three-year-old.
Erica breaks out into a fit of giggles, and my mother is still going around with a Sharpie pen and labels.
It's nice that they've come to help me finish my packing, but most of it is done and now my siblings are just messing around.
I don't move for another week, but this is the last weekend that I will be here in this apartment.
My family wanted to help me but with everything else that's happened lately, my nerves are fried.
I finished at my workplace and got a great send off. I hardly did any work and most evenings there were drinks and dinners to go to with all the friends I've made during my time here.
Preston seems genuinely sad.
I kind of feel it too.
But I'm ready to move on.
Erica puts a bigger cardboard box on her head and my temper rises.
“How old are you?” I scream. My patience is wearing thin. I don't know how I'm going to put up with another night with my family here with me.
Mom still hasn't forgotten that Lance was here, and Erica I'm sure still has memories of catching us in bed together.
It's been tricky.
I feel the closing of one chapter and the start of something new, something scary and unknown.
It's what I wanted, right?
Then why don't I feel happy?
I keep going over Lesley's conversation in my head. Do I believe her or Arla? Do I trust Arla and her rumors from those guys we met in LuLu's or do I believe Lesley?
If anyone would know the truth about Lance, it would be Lesley. And that's the problem. I'd managed to extricate myself from Lance once before, but this second time is a warning that life isn't going to be easy.
The man has an ex-wife who refuses to let go. He has a child. He has a truckload of baggage.
There is so much stacked against us, and yet, I can't stop wallowing in my malaise. I'm so eager to move on and being here starts to irritate me. My family adds to that irritation.
I've ordered pizza for dinner, and I just want to take a long bath and wallow in my sadness and self-pity.
I'm packing my CD collection when the doorbell rings. Erica and Jensen are still fooling around with my books. They're not packing them away as much as they are commenting on my taste in reading.
“It's the pizza delivery guy.” I fish some change out of my pocket and hand it to my mom. “For the tip.”
