Page 67 of Wreckage of Me
“I don’t know.” And now it’s Emily’s turn to start crying. “Steve is just, I don’t know, being Steve,” she chokes out in between heart wrenching sobs. “I’m not happy,” she continues. “I thought I could do this, but I just can’t.”
“Em,” it’s breaking my heart hearing her like this. “What did you get yourself into?” Because I refuse to believe she is with Steve for love. No way, no how. That sucker has something on this girl, I just know it.
“Uh, it’s way too much to tell you over the phone,” she mumbles, seemingly a little calmer than before.
“I’m here for you, Em,” I assure her. Time for me to step up and help my friend with whatever she needs me to do for her.
“Thank you, Becca.” I hear a soft sniffle that’s followed by her clearing her voice. “So, are you and Oliver done then?” She changes the subject, bringing the spotlight back on me, but I’m okay with it.
“Yeah, he’s back to being Dr. Nolan,” I snort. “And let me tell you, he was not nice about it all. It’ll be interesting to see how things are going to be at work, you know?”
“Well,” Emily’s voice takes a teasing tone now. “He did have to listen to you calling another man’s name while being screwed by said man in my father’s study, so…”
“Oh my god,” I almost drop the phone in shame. “Did everyone really hear us?”
“Definitely,” she sounds like she’s enjoying giving me the bad news. “I thought his head was going to combust. But you know what?”
“What?”
“He never attempted to come get you, cause any drama, nothing,” Emily points out. “He must’ve not been that into you then.”
I take a second to think about it and decide that she’s right. Embarrassing or not, wouldn’t he have dragged me out of there had he really cared? Look at how Dylan grabbed me and took me away when I walked in with Oliver…
That last thought stops me in my tracks. Why did Dylan do that? Thoughts of how he acted once we were in Mr. Stewart’s office pop into my head. The things he said to me…
“I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you,” he said. “I’m gonna send you back to him with my cum dripping out of your pussy and down your legs…”
My thighs clench at the memories, my stomach in knots. It also doesn’t go unnoticed that he once again had sex with me without protection. For a man so freaked out about getting someone pregnant, he sure likes to do it with no condom on. No wonder he already has a child running around. It’s a wonder he doesn’t have more, I snort to myself. Or maybe he does but has no idea.
The way he acted earlier though, he almost sounded like he cared. As if seeing me with Oliver triggered something inside of him.
“He’s going to smell me all over you,” he murmured in my ear.
Now I wonder if Oliver was able to smell anything on me after Dylan finished with me.
“You won’t be able to wash me off you.”
I’m probably never going to be able to wash him off me, for the rest of my life, especially seeing how I am pregnant with his child now.
“Yeah,” I clear my voice just as I’m trying to clear my head of anything Dylan related. “I dodged a bullet there, right?”
“For sure,” Emily agrees. “I wish I had someone as crazy for me as Dylan seems to be for you,” she sighs.
“What?” Her comment surprises me for two reasons. One, I don’t think Dylan is crazy about me. He’s just irritated that I dare continuing with my life when he made it clear he doesn’t want to be in it. And for two, Emily has a boyfriend, and they are in a committed relationship.
“I want that crazy passion,” she continues. “I want a man who is ready to kill people if he sees me with someone else.”
“Steve is not it, huh?” I point out the obvious. Steve is a major douchebag, and I can’t believe she’s with him.
“What I have with Steve is… complicated,” she explains with a slight hint of hesitation in her voice.
“I’m here when you want to talk about it,” I assure her. I don’t want to push too hard.
“Thank you, Becca,” Emily sighs into the phone. “I know you’re not the type of person who needs a best friend,” she mumbles, talking so fast, I almost miss what she’s saying. “But I just want you to know that I consider you my best friend.”
“Em,” I get all choked up.
“You don’t have to say it back,” she teases me. “But I know I’m your best friend too.”
