Page 14 of Interference
“This is all your fault,” I cry out, slapping his chest.
Confusion fills his face, but it doesn’t stop him from pulling me into his arms and holding me as I cry.
“It’s all your fault!” she sobs.
I try to pull her into my arms, but she pushes me away.
“Don’t touch me!” she hisses.
“Em, what’s going on?” I ask, heart racing.
“I hate you,” she spews.
Her words strike me in the heart, but I refuse to let it show.
What the hell did I miss?
Her face is red as tears track down her face. I’ve never seen her look so distraught, and I want to fix it. I just don’t know how.
I came over here to watch her skate for a moment. I needed to see her doing something she loves. Something that I’ve been doing for years.
Like a moth to a flame, she draws me in, and I can’t keep away.
Now if only she would tell me what the hell is wrong.
“It’s all your fault!”
What the hell is my fault? What the hell did I do? I’ve hardly seen her, let alone talk to her. Or at least, it feels that way.
“Talk to me, Em,” I plead. “Tell me what I can do to fix this.”
Scoffing, she shakes her head. “You could go back eleven weeks and not come to my apartment. No, I take that back. I wish you could go back to when we first met and not approach me. I wish all of this never happened.” She waves her hand in front of me.
Her words make me feel like I’m being stabbed by a million knives.
Does she really mean that? Does she regret the last three years?
“I don’t understand,” I whisper, my heart breaking.
I could never wish her away. She’s one of the best things that has ever happened to me, and she won’t even commit to me. Maybe I’m that pathetic. I’m doomed to love those who can never love me back.
“Of course you wouldn’t.” She laughs sarcastically.
“Tell me what’s wrong,” I beg her.
“What’s wrong is that you came into my life,” she spits at me.
I suck in a breath as I look away from her.
I don’t know how I could have been so wrong about her. I should have seen it coming. Hell, I knew this was coming, I was just hoping it wouldn’t.
The idea of walking away from her kills me, but I’ll do it. I’ll do anything if it means making her happy and never seeing her cry.
I nod as I clear my throat, fighting back my emotions. “Okay, I’ll leave.”
She sucks in a breath, eyes widening.
“But just know, I’m doing this because you asked me to. Not because I want to.”
