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That sounded awful.
Time.
That was what I’d need before I did a restart on everything.
Time to get some clarity.
Why did I feel even worse now?
Could have had something to do with the fact that I wasn’t sure Evan even wanted to be my friend after how I’d treated him. I should start with an apology, but I worried that would be the worst thing I could do.
I’m sorry, but also, I need space and we should only be friends.
“I think he’s got it now,” Row said to Travis, receiving a look from him that said he wasn’t so sure. “I think my job’s done here.” She headed for the door. “And for fuck’s sake, take a damn shower.”
Then she was gone, leaving me feeling like an emotional tornado had swept through my room.
“You good?” Trav asked.
“Sure,” I mumbled, feeling like shit.
“Don’t mess this up,” he warned me.
Shit, I hadn’t even thought about the club.
“I don’t want to jeopardize his patch,” I said, panicking now.
Trav looked at me thoroughly confused. Even his head cocked to the side as if he was trying to figure out why I would say something like that.
“We all want you to be happy. You deserve to be. As long as you are, nothing else really matters, right? The club has your back, and this won’t change how they see Evan.” He seemed pretty sure about that. “The club will be there for you. I’ll be there for you. Ain’t got nothing to worry about.”
I almost felt like we weren’t talking about the same thing.
He clapped me on the shoulder and then left me to my thoughts.
And I sat there for a long time feeling like I was missing something.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Cat
Ugh! What is happening here?
That was the thought I had as I pushed open the door to a very dark and depressing room. Chry’s room, to be exact. I had no idea what to expect, and to be honest, I wasn’t even sure what was going on here.
He’d had been extremely distant since…
Well, sincethen.
Since that time I don’t like to talk about, let alone remember.
Chry hadn’t only been distant with me, it sounded as if he’d been up and down with Evan. And I could tell Evan had been hurt, even as he’d been trying to hold on.
Just like I knew that Chry had been doing his best to hold right on back to Evan, despite how broken he felt inside and how hard he’d tried to push Evan away at times. There were many pieces that made up broken Chry. I knew some of them, I’d seen them in his eyesthen. I had no doubt that there were many more pieces that he hadn’t let me see.
So given the dark room and the terrible emotional weight I felt simply walking in here, it was easy to tell that Chry was spiraling much like I had been. Well, if I was being honest, I still had days where I slipped down.
Why hadn’t he reached out?
