“Going somewhere?” Her voice drips with venom.
I don’t drop my bags; it isn’t like she’s going to hug me. Instead, smiling, I say. “Sure am. I’m goinghome.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “I told you that you would be required to–”
I cut her off. “I’m not required to do shit, mother, I’m going. I’ll be back for the wedding.” I stride past her, but her voice halts me.
“You leave now and don’t botherevercoming back. We will cut you off, and you will not be welcome here any longer.”
Not long ago, those words would have had me backtracking and apologising.
Now?
Those words spur me on.
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The words may have spurred me on, but my car sure doesn’t.
It’s broken. Dead. Finito.
My head hits the steering wheel as I let out a groan.
I’m still an hour away from Roselake with no idea how I’m going to get back. My poor grand gesture seems like a dashed dream now.
My phone dings. I pick it up from the passenger seat. Archie!
Smuttybookfriend
I found a new read…hear me out…bear shifter
I burst out laughing, because that’s not where I thought Archie’s mind was at.
Me
Can we go for damsel-in-distress vibes, because I need the inspo?
Smuttybookfriend
*knight in shining armour gif* M’lady, how may I be of service?
Me
I’m coming home, only I’m an hour away, and my car died *sad face emoji*
Smuttybookfriend
That’s okay, Nate and I can swing by. Ping me your location
Me
Don’t tell Nate!
Me
I want it to be a surprise…
Smuttybookfriend
