Page 70 of Final Goodbye
“Fuck!” I grimaced.
“Oh my God. Oh my God! I’m so sorry! I was so lost in the moment that I totally forgot about your hand. Fuck, I’m so sorry!” she cried as she moved back to the passenger side.
She had grabbed my hands, forcing them to take palmfuls of her tits when I felt the sting. “Baby, it’s okay. I promise you I want nothing more than to feel you up and finish what we started here, but I really think we need to get inside and take care of my hand.” I cringed.
“You’re right, I’m so sorry.” She turned pink as if she was embarrassed.
“Hey, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it. There are still plenty of things I can do to you with my left hand.” I winked as I rounded my side of the truck to help her out.
After bandaging my hand and setting up an ice pack for the swelling, I shot off a text to Myles.
Me: You may want to drop whatever you’re doing and head over to my place. We have some things to talk about. Good things so don’t worry.
Myles: Be right there.
“He should be here any minute,” I told Paige, setting down my phone. I could get used to seeing her all cuddled up on my couch, getting cozy by the fire. Making herself at home.
Our home.
Mom lived just down the street so I knew Myles wouldn’t take long to get here.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Just as expected, he rushed over here awaiting the good news. I made my way over to the door, letting Myles in. He looked about the same as he did last night. Unshaven, his buzz cut growing in, hungover.Depressed.
“Come on in, man. We have a lot to talk about.” I moved back, welcoming him in as I guided him toward the living room where Paige was sitting.
“Have a seat.” He sat on the opposite side of the couch from Paige, looking eager to get this talk over with.
“What happened to you?” He nodded at my hand that was wrapped up in a beige elastic bandage.
“We had a talk with Logan earlier. Well Paige did more talking than I did,” I said as I lifted my right fist, cringing.
“The old Declan came out to play I see,” Myles said, letting out a forced laugh. I wanted to cut to the chase and put him out of his misery he’d been sulking in since last night.Or technically for weeks now.
“Paige met up with Logan this morning and questioned him just like she did with you last night.” She sat up from the position she was laying in to address Myles.
“I didn’t have as much mercy with him as I did with you. At first, the stories matched up. But he had some holes in his story after a while. After having some time last night to think about the whole situation, my mind was clearer going into our meet up today. I wasn’t leaving without answers.” I made eye contact with Paige before she pulled her phone out of her pocket.
“Paige recorded the whole thing. I know what went down, but I haven’t had a chance to listen to it yet. Wanted to wait and listen to it with you.” I looked at Myles as Paige laid the phone on the coffee table.
“You ready for this?” He nodded impatiently like he thought I’d never ask. I reached out, pressing the play button on the phone screen. With my elbows rested on my knees, I looked intently at Myles to gauge his reaction as he listened along.
The conversation continued to play out and Myles shook his head, getting more pissed off as the minutes passed.
I was pissed off all over again too.
I was pissed off for him.
When the recording ended, his head hung low as he continued to shake it side to side. He stood from the couch and finally spoke up, a burst of his pent-up anger escaping him.
“What a fucking bastard! What kind of piece of shit human tries to pin that kind of crime on someone else? Or tries to brainwash them into thinking they’ve done something that horrible? I’ve been fucking losing it over the last couple of months. Holding this inside. Keeping this secret. Thinking I was this terrible human being. I woke up fucking hating myself every morning. I could hardly look you in the eye, Paige. And fuck, I almost destroyed our family by what I thought were my stupidass decisions.” He tugged on the back of his neck in frustration as he paced back and forth.
“UGH! I want to fucking kill that guy! I can’t believe I ever wasted my time hanging around him. He could have completely ruined my life,” he said in defeat. “What now? What happens now? Where is that asshole?” Myles added.
I stood up, trying my best to calm Myles down. “It’s all going to be okay, man. You don’t have to worry anymore. I followed Paige to the coffee shop where they met up; I didn’t trust that prick. And luckily I didn’t because when I saw her walk out, the look on her face…” I shook my head in frustration of the memory. “I knew something bad had happened. I didn’t let Logan get away. The police picked him up, but not before I could break his nose,” I said proudly, lifting my bruised and bandaged hand.
“Seriously?” Myles questioned in surprise.
