Page 44 of Wreckage of Us
“And then… then… then…” I stutter and I can’t stop it. “He left me,” I wail again.
I am crying so hard now, I worry that I’ll pass out from lack of oxygen to the brain.
“He left?” Morgan’s voice finally reaches me from somewhere in the room.
“Yeah,” I mumble around the tissues I’m holding up to my nose. “But now he’s back.”
“He came back?” She is looking confused, and I can’t blame her.
I start nodding around another session of blowing my nose.
“He’s moved in with me and Colt,” I mumble, not sure if I am even making any chance. “Couple of weeks ago.”
“Wait.” She stops me and just blinks at me for a few seconds. “Heliveswith you guys now?”
“Yeah, because now I have a stalker, too,” I cry harder.
“What?” her voice goes up an octave or two.
“It’s some girl Oliver went out with,” I mumble as I try to calm down. “She’s been sending me messages to stay away from him.”
“Wow,” Morgan drops on the examination table in the corner, one hand pressed to her chest.
“I know,” I almost yell it out at her.
“That’s…” She pauses, probably trying to collect her thoughts. “That’s quite the situation you found yourself in. No wonder you’re crying.”
“Right??”
I have no idea how it happened, or why, but I feel so much better now that I got everything off my chest.
“Thank you so much for listening, Morgan.” I walk to the trashcan to throw all my used tissues away.
“I don’t think I had much of a choice to be honest,” Morgan snorts, making me laugh.
“I’m so sorry,” I’m laughing now too. “So sorry, Morgan.”
“Just tell me that you’re okay,” my boss looks at me with worry in her eyes.
“I have no idea,” I confess. “Dylan and I broke up, even though we were never together. I got pregnant, he didn’t want more kids. He has a son,” I explain when she’s looking at me in question. “Anyway, he came back. Now he says he loves me, he wants the baby, he’s moved in with me, and he just refuses to go away.”
He literally tells me he loves me every single night before I go to bed. I never say it back, but I am so tempted. I’m scared though.
“Should you go to the police?” Morgan, ever the helpful one, suggests.
“No,” I wave her off, starting my pacing again. “It’s not like that at all. And you know what the biggest problem is?”
Morgan shakes her head. “What?”
“I really don’t want him to leave,” I confess in a quiet voice. “I really don’t want him toeverleave.”
The pity I see on Morgan’s face is unsettling.
“Becca…”
“I know,” I bob my head up and down like a crazy person. “I swear I know. And I hate him for having come back.”
“Becca…”
