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He says nothing as I rush around his room, grabbing my things and tossing them in my bag. I’m meeting up with one of the social workers to go shopping for everything we need, and I’m already running late.

“I know, which is why I wanted to ask you to come to mine.”

I didn’t expect him to ask me, not thinking we were there yet in our relationship. Besides, I’ve grown close to the kids there, and I’ve eaten dinner with them since I came to SCU. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t think you would ask me.”

“Well, I am,” he snaps, and it’s the first time I’ve heard this attitude since we made up.

Great. That didn’t last very long.

“I’m sorry, Alex. But I already promised them.”

“You can’t say something came up? Like you want to spend the holiday with your boyfriend? Is that such a crime?”

“No, of course not. But I don’t want to break my promise. I want to have Thanksgiving dinner there. I look forward to it.”

“But you have a boyfriend now, Maia. Things are different.”

“Just because I have a boyfriend doesn’t mean I have to give up the things that are important to me. If you were a good boyfriend, you would understand that. You wouldn’t ask me to choose. Hell, maybe you would even offer to go with me!”

“Eat Thanksgiving dinner at an orphanage? Uh, no thanks.”

Tears fill my eyes. How awful of him to sound like he’s so disgusted at the thought of eating with kids who don’t have a family. Kids just like me. Real humans with no family.

He doesn’t fucking know how lucky he is to have a family to spend the holidays with.

It’s something I always dreamed of, while clutching my only teddy bear while hidden under my covers, year after year, holiday after holiday.

“How can you be so cruel?”

“Cruel? How the fuck am I being cruel?”

“You say orphanage with such disgust. Did you forget I grew up in one? Do you not know how hurtful that is?”

“I don’t understand why you’re getting so upset, Maia. That’s not who you are anymore. It’s in the past.”

I scoff. “It's what made me ME!”

“If you let your past define you, then that’s your problem, not mine.”

I scoff again as my stomach turns. Fuck this. And fuck him. I’m over this shit. “You know what, Alex? I’m done.” I grab my bag and sling it over my shoulder.

“What do you mean, you're done?” Alex jumps to his feet. His fists clench at his sides as he storms over to me. “Done with us?” His voice booms around the room, and a shiver runs down my spine.

“Yes, done with us. If you can’t accept me for who I am and where I came from, then I can’t be with you.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? Just because I don’t want to eat my holiday dinner in an orphanage, I don’t accept you?”

“It’s more than that, and you know it.”

“Let me tell you something.” He gets up in my face, so close, I feel his warm breath on my skin. “You’re lucky I took your fucking slut ass back.”

“You said you love me,” I whisper, my voice shaky.

“Ha!” Alex laughs in my face. “I don’t love you, you stupid bitch. Just your pussy.”

I gasp. My throat opens, and bile creeps up. I’m gonna be sick.

“You bastard,” I spit through tears.

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