Page 2 of When We Fall: Part Two
“I-I don’t understand…” She crinkled her brows as she stared at me.
I sighed. “Babe, I would never deny you a damn thing in this world. If you want him, go to him.”
She shook her head, her curls bouncing. “No. I-I want what I have. I want you. You’re my Foxy. I’d never… I’d never leave you. Ever. You’re my soulmate. My forever. So are the guys. I want my family. I want us.”
I rubbed my eyes. “You could have your dreams with Anson. Your career. Your life. Why are you throwing it all away?”
“I’m not. I’m…compromising. I love you, Fox. I love you all so damn much. Ani will only ever be my friend. That’s my final decision.”
I stared at her, my jaw clenched. This was going to fuck my plans up. If she didn’t go to him, she’d end up hurt or worse. I couldn’t fucking take it.
There wasn’t fuck-all I could do about any of this either.
“OK,” I said, opening my door. “Let’s get inside. You’ve had a lot to drink.”
She wiped her tears and opened her door. I met her on her side and led her into the house and up the stairs. The guys were still out, which wasn’t a surprise. I told Enzo I was taking Rosie out and had a couple of men with us. He seemed upset by it, but agreed.
I helped Rosalie change into her pajamas before Cotton jumped onto the bed, purring. She scratched his chin, her tears still falling, before she curled up in bed with him and closed her eyes.
I crawled in behind her and held her.
“It’ll be OK, baby,” I murmured.
“Promise?” she whispered.
“Always.” I kissed her temple and gave her a gentle squeeze. Before long, her soft cries faded away to deep breaths, letting me know she’d finally fallen asleep.
I gently untangled myself from her, grabbed my phone, and hit Anson’s name.
It went to voicemail, so I called again. He answered on the fourth ring this time.
“What happened?” I demanded.
“She doesn’t want me,” he mumbled. “It’s over, man. I tried. She shot me down, then stomped on me once I hit the ground.”
I rubbed my eyes. “Then you try again?—”
“I’m done trying, man. I love her enough to fucking let go. This shit is killing me. I can’t do it anymore.”
My throat tightened at his words. “What about the coin?”
“Don’t push it. She’s made her choice.”
“That’s not good enough!” I shouted into the phone. I’d gone back to my room and sat on my bed. “It’s not good enough, Anson. I’m pushing the fucking button, man. She needs to get out of here.”
“Don’t fucking do it,” he said. “I-I can’t save her, Fox. She doesn’t want to be fucking saved. She wants what she has. She made it abundantly fucking clear to me tonight. Never is a big fucking deal when a girl says that shit. You’re going to have to be on your own. She’ll never come to me.”
“She promised me,” I whispered. “She promised. We don’t break promises to one another.”
“If she comes, I’ll take her, but I won’t chase her. I’m done. I’m sorry.”
I was quiet for a moment and wiped at my eyes. I was fucking crying.
“I want out,” I choked out finally. “I have to fucking get out of here.”
“You’re being selfish. You need help, Fox. You need to talk to a professional who can help you. Depression is a bitch, man. Dying isn’t how you save someone you love. Getting help is. Leaving if you have to is. Not fucking dying. Please. Just talk to someone.”
I swallowed hard. “Fine.”
