Page 117 of Holiday on the Rocks
“You just seem a little, uh, annoyed.”
“No, I’m not annoyed, ya jackass. I’m just rolling my eyes and speaking in a condescending tone because you’re so fucking wonderful.”
There had to be an explanation. Amnesia? “Well, I’m a little confused.”
I jumped as the door whipped open. “You’re confused?” A sarcastic laugh which scared me a little flew out of her. “Let me clear it up for you. Closure is over. And it’s such a shame for you, I’m sure.” She whispered, “Your sneaky intention of messing around with me is done. You think you can just come in here and have sex with me all night?”
I shrugged. “Last night?”
Her nose wrinkled. “Shut up. Closure is done. You go back to your life and stay the hell away from me.”
Yes, it was definitely amnesia. I decided instantly to do the only thing that could bring her back to reality. In one swift move I had one arm around her waist and lifted her into her room while shutting the door with the other.
“You let me go?—”
It was then I pulled her close and kissed her. She pushed me away but then her arms went around my shoulders, and we were back.
For three seconds.
She squirmed out of my grasp. “You get out of here right now. This whole thing is done.” She straightened her shirt. “Go get back to your life in Brazil.”
“I need to know what in the hell is going on with you.”
She pushed me towards the door. “What’s going on with me? My brain has begun to function again, that’s what’s going on. You are bad news through and through, and I want you gone.”
With another push I was in the hall and took her arms and pulled her to me. I stared into her eyes searching for the answer to whatever the fuck this was. She was squirming so I lifted her up so her feet were off the floor, and we were eye to eye.
“Tell me what’s happening.”
Her head shook. “Let me go. Leave me alone.”
“What—”
Her head shook as she whispered, “Please go.”
I put her down. “But Allie?—”
“Go.”
FIFTY-FOUR
ALLIE
SHITTASTER
I closed the door on Levi and us. Clearly, he had Brazilian bombshells around every corner awaiting his return and that’s where he belonged.
I just needed to pull my shit together and for him to stop popping up around every corner just wanting sex.
My heart whispered that he needed to be gone. While she was leaning towards a permanent solution to the problem certain we could get away with it, I just wanted anything that would just keep him away from me until I was wheels up on a plane. A temporary solution was what I needed to conger up. All Levi pings and pangs I’d file into my “fuck this” and “fuck that” drawer when I got home.
I needed to find a cluster fuck fixer. A superhero who’s an expert and can unfuck any situation in a single bound. A calm genius who is levelheaded and would help me give zero fucks about the womanizing man in the house.
I suddenly regretted holding in one fart for the mother trucker.
I realized this whole thing was making my arm pits sticky, gross, so I swapped out my tee for another and pulled my burgundy cardigan over it.
Then Taylor’s Cardigan lyrics ran through me and a few tears escaped.
