Page 76 of Constantine: Britain's Story: Part 2
I don’t want to lie to him, and if he asks, I’ll tell him the truth. But I don’t want to hurt him unnecessarily either.
WHERE are you staying in Spearhead?
Fuck,in all caps, too.
I’m staying at Liam’s house. I ended up in the ER on Monday, and he’s been looking after me since then.
I hope that isn’t too much of a white lie. The flat-out truth would be because I love him, and I’m happy here, and he’s taking care of me. I wait for the reply, but then fumble my phone when it starts ringing in my palm.Shit, Matthias is calling. I’m in the primary suite upstairs with Liam, but I’m supposed to meet the girls in ten minutes for our walk. I hit decline, feeling like absolute shit when I do it.
I can’t talk right now. I’m going for a walk with the girls. I can call you afterwards, or we can meet for coffee.
The girls are staying at Liam’s house, too? What the fuck, Britain? Pick up the goddamn phone!
He immediately calls after sending the text. Liam hears the ring this time and walks out of the ensuite to check on me.
“Everything okay?” I’m sure he can see the look on my face that it’s not. I shake my head, and he comes over to where I’m sitting in an overstuffed armchair in front of the fireplace.
“What’s going on?” he asks, and I tell him about texting Matthias, and that I didn’t lie to him and now he’s calling me over and over. And just like on cue, my phone rings again with another incoming call.
“I’m supposed to meet the girls downstairs in five minutes for our walk. Do you think I should just take the call? I mean, I feel like he’s not going to stop.” I can feel the anxiety creeping in.
“If you want some privacy, I can tell the girls the paddleboards are ready now, and then you guys can walk when they’re back home?” he asks.
“Do you mind? I think it’s probably better if I just take care of this now.”
“Whatever you need. I can stay, too, and just have James take the girls if you need some support.”
I do want him to stay. I know if he’s here with me, I’ll be safe. But also, it’ll be good for him to get time with the girls. “Just go, it’ll be okay.”
He looks slightly uneasy, but then concedes, giving me a kiss on the forehead. Before he leaves, though, he tells me, “I love you, Britain. No matter what, okay?”
I nod my head and say, “Okay,” and then he’s out the door. My phone rings again, and with a tremble in my finger, I slide to answer. “Hello?”
“Britatin, WHAT THE FUCK?” he yells at me.That escalated quickly.I immediately regret sending Liam away now.
“Please don’t yell at me, Matthias.”
He just ignores my request, though. “You have got to be FUCKING kidding me! Wait, are you fuckinghim?”
I’d be lying if I said his tone didn’t scare me. Do I say yes? This is the ugly side of it all; I feel like complete shit and the guilt is overwhelming.
“I am,” I say quietly. I know this is going to hurt, but it’s the truth. I brace myself for his response, knowing it’s going to suck.
“Wow, Britain,” he scoffs. “You’re quite the littlewhorearen’t you?” My stomach sinks into my ass, my cheeks burn with shame, and the urge to curl into a ball and die is strong. “I didn’t believe Liam when he said he was with you the night of the Greek Fest, but that was true, wasn’t it? You told me you wanted to be with me, but then you turn around and fuck us both in the same night. Fucking unbelievable, Brit.”
“I did not have sex with Liam after the Greek Festival. I was sick and he carried me to bed. That’s it.” I try really hard to keep my tone even and strong…I’m probably failing.
“Like I’d believe you.” His tone is pure poison. It’s hateful.
“You don’t have to believe me. I ended things with you on Sunday, and I was not with him before then.” I think it’s telling he doesn’t give a fuck what happened to me that I ended up in the ER. He only cares about someone else putting their dick in what he thinks is his.
“Do you want my brothers’ numbers? Huh? So you can go FUCK THEM, TOO?” he yells again. I’m not sure if it’s him raising his voice at me or that he’s saying the same thing Liam did, but it stings. Harshly.
“If you yell at me again, I’m hanging up and blocking your number.”
He laughs a mean laugh at me. “No you won’t because you’re just a desperate little slut who’s daddy didn’t love her enough,” his voice rasps out, maliciously. “Speaking of, just wait till Constantine hears about this.”
Why the fuck would I care what Constantine thinks? It throws me off, until I remember what a huge dick he’s being. I can’t believe I ever had second thoughts about this. “I don’t even know who you are, Matthias. All I wanted was to tell you that I don’t want to reconsider being with you. Whatever we had is fully in the past, but I do want to thank you for putting any doubts I was having about my decision to rest. Please don’t callmeeveragain.” I end the call, set the phone down with shaking hands, then move to the bed where I curl into the fetal position and cry.
