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“You’re right. I don’t understand, but you can’t let it consume you. There is a way through the pain if you would let someone help.”
She sighs. “I’m going to therapy. I think you ask too much. Thank you for the ride home, but I’m exhausted. I’m going to take a nap.”
She walks down the hallway, leaving me standing in the living room. When I hear her door slam shut, I finally let myself sag. I am doing everything I can to be the rock she needs. Even if it means her waves crash against me over and over until she is a million pieces on the floor.
The thing about breaking is that it means you can be put back together.
I hope she knows I love puzzles, and she will be the best one to date.
If only she would let me.
My head feels as if it’s about to explode, making me whimper. I bury my face into my pillow, attempting to block out as much light as I can.
What the hell happened last night?
As I lay in misery, the day comes back to me.
I woke up, and Bullet was gone.
I went to a pool party where I drank more than I probably should have. On top of that, I smoked weed, but it tasted weird. It was probably laced with something.
Outside of that, things are a little hazy, but I do remember Bullet dragging me home.
Bullet.
Always there to ruin my fun.
I fucking hate him.
Why does he do this to me? Why do I fall for his shit time after time? It’s like when he’s around, all rational thought leaves my brain and I agree to do whatever it is he wants.
He’s an asshole.
Not really. Jacob’s so far from an asshole it’s not even funny. He’s one of the most caring people I’ve ever met. I swear to God his parents cracked the code on raising a good kid.
I wonder if his siblings are like him…
“Oh, good, you’re awake,” a voice rasps.
Groaning, I throw my arm over my face. I don’t want him to see me like this.
“Can’t you leave me to die in misery?”
Despite the fact I whispered it, my head pounds like I yelled it.
“You know I can’t do that.”
Uncovering my face, I sit up and glare at him. “Just fucking leave me alone already, okay? I don’t need you or a fucking babysitter. I want to be left alone,” I snap, my temper getting the better of me.
Bullet’s arms cross over his chest, and he glares at me. “You know, maybe I would believe that you don’t need a babysitter if you acted like a fucking adult. You keep putting yourself in dangerous fucking situations despite me begging you not to. It’s like you have a goddamn death wish.”
“Yeah, well, maybe I do.”
Hurt flashes across his face for a second before he masks it.
“You say that now, but don’t forget, I know you, Harlee. I know you,” he says, pointing a finger at me. “In case you forgot, you are in trouble right now. Shit with William is heating up, and the club is bracing for war.”
“That has nothing to do with me. I’m not a part of your stupid club,” I tell him as I chuck a pillow at him. Bullet catches it mid-flight and tosses it back onto my bed.
