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She doesn’t answer, just like she hasn’t all fucking day long. Finishing my whiskey, I stand and dig a few hundred bucks out of my pocket, placing it on the center of the table before I leave the restaurant and head straight to Allison’s place.
I’m going to have a fucking talk with her today, then I’m going to fuck her hard and remind her just who the fuck she’s dealing with, and to never ignore me again.
ALLISON
Pushing myself so that I’m sitting up, I lean against the headboard of the shitty, extremely uncomfortable bed and stare at the wall in front of me. There is a small television, but I haven’t even turned it on.
I don’t plan on it either.
After I ate a pint of ice cream last night, I sat and cried until I had no more tears left. Only when my eyes felt like sandpaper did I finally stop.
Then I threw up.
Then I fell asleep.
No, that’s not right. I didn’t fall asleep. I passed out. There’s a difference. Now my eyes are puffy and dried out, my stomach is still rumbling, and I didn’t sleep well. In fact, I’m not sure I truly slept at all.
Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I stand but sit right back down. I place my hand on my stomach and try not to throw up again, but I fail. Thankfully, I’m able to run straight for the bathroom and make it just in time. My knees slam against the cheap, chipped tile on the bathroom floor, and I throw up.
There’s not much in my stomach considering I just did this last night, but here I am again, and whatever is left comes pouring out of me. Until there is really nothing left. When I dry heave, it hurts so badly that tears roll down my cheeks.
I rest my arm across the back of the toilet, rest my forehead on my arm, and I just breathe. I don’t know what’s happening. I haven’t puked like this since college, and I drank myself silly on my twenty-first birthday.
Pushing myself up, I force myself to stand on shaky legs. I start the shower, wait for the warm water and steam to fill the room, and only then do I chance stepping into the tub-shower combo, praying that I don’t trip and fall in the process since I feel really unstable.
The warm water rushes over my body, and for the first time since walking away from my life, a sense of calmness washes over me. I don’t know if it’s because of the steam, the water, or what, but for a single moment, I feel as though I haven’t made a massive mistake.
But then I think about never seeing Hendrick and Parker again, and I’m filled with an aching in my chest that I know won’t ever go away. I finish my shower as tears fill my eyes again, and I suck in a deep breath, holding it for a moment before I force it out through my mouth.
Dressing, I throw on a pair of sweats and a crop top. I don’t care what I look like. I feel like shit, so I might as well look it. Putting my blonde hair up in a messy bun, I grab my oversized sunglasses and slip them on before taking my small handbag off the nightstand and walking out the door. I’m not sure where I’m going, and I know that as much as I tell myself not to check and spy on Hendrick, I’m going to do just that… eventually.
But first, food.
As I walk down the street, I think about using some of my cash to buy a car. I really should have thought this through a bit better.
Honestly, I had planned on getting on a bus and riding it for a while, until a town or city called to me. I was going to stop there, open up a lingerie and sex shop, and live happily ever after, alone.
Except that wouldn’t be happily ever after… it would just be ever after and alone.
So alone.
I am a fucking mess that I don’t think I’ll be able to fix.
Chapter
Five
HENDRICK
Allison has never not answered my calls before. She is always available to me. Always ready to answer my calls, to do what I want. I hate to say it, but it’s one of the many reasons why I like her so much.
She’s available, and I’m a selfish asshole.
I like that she tends to always be there, and if she’s got something else going on, she never tells me she does. She just changes her plans to accommodate me. About the only time she is ever unavailable to me is when she’s doing something with my sister-in-law Parker. Otherwise, she’s all for me. All the time.
But it’s been a few hours, and she not only hasn’t answered my calls, she’s also not returned the missed ones. I keep waiting for her text message, for a sexy picture, or a call, anything, but she’s given me absolutely nothing.
Making my way toward her place, I move through the parking garage, my eyes scanning the cars until I find hers parked in its usual spot. She should be home, then. At least that’s what I tell myself. I climb the stairs to her place and stop in front of her door.
