Page 83 of Cru's Crush
Unable to bear the idea of lying on either bed where Daphne and I had made love, I went up to the third floor and locked the door behind me when I reached the top of the landing. I hadn’t allowed myself to cry since I broke down while still with Daphne. Now, there was nothing to stop me. I could cry for days, and no one would even know I was here.
When I opened my eyes,it was dark outside and someone was banging on the locked door.
“Go away!” I shouted.
“Open the door, Cru.”
Rather than my brother’s, who I’d expected it to be, the voice coming from the opposite side was that of my best friend, Beau. The last person in the world I wanted to talk to right now.
“I’ll break it down if you don’t unlock it.”
I’d tell him to fuck off, but I knew Beau would follow through with his threat, and then I’d have to replace a broken door at the same time as finding a way to heal my broken heart.
I flipped the lock and sat on the sofa with my arms folded.
“Why are you back?” he demanded before telling me I looked like shit.
“You can leave,” I responded without looking up at him.
“Why aren’t you in Australia?” he shouted.
“None of your fucking business,” I yelled back.
“Where’s Daphne?”
This time, I didn’t bother answering. “Why are you here?” I asked instead.
He sat in one of the chairs that faced me. “We all are.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“Bit called a meeting, asking Los Caballeros to help out.”
I scrubbed my face. “You can’t be serious.”
“Do you really think he’d let you leave without bringing inreinforcements?”
“Letme leave? He and the rest of the crew threatened to go on strike if I didn’t.”
Beau laughed.
“It isn’t funny, asshole.”
He got up and went into the small kitchen, opening and closing doors. “Don’t you have anything to drink?”
“I came up here to be left alone, not to entertain.”
“Come on. Let’s go.”
I cocked my head and looked up at him. “You go.”
“If I do, you’ll probably lock the door again.”
“You got that right.”
He walked over, sat in the chair, and stared at me, but didn’t say anything.
“What?”
