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I pick up my phone and see a text from an unfortunately familiar number.
Lila: Please, FC. Come home.
Me: Go home, Lila. I’m not leaving Idaline. I don’t want to be with you. Ever. It’ll never happen.
I toss my phone to the side. I don’t know what to do anymore. She’s relentless and unreasonable. I’m tired of being in contact with her, but I won’t give in either. She pisses me off, too. I’ve worked so hard to get away from her, stay sober, and take care of my son. I’ve worked so hard to be happy and get to this place where I can be with Idaline. Then she comes back and tries to ruin it all.
“This won’t work for me tonight, FC,” Idaline declares as she grabs onto my shoulders and straddles my lap. “You’re tense; I don’t want to know why. I want to fix it. I want my old FC back.” She slides her hands to cup my neck, interlocking her fingers. “We’re together now, FC. Let’s always make the most of it because it’s us against the world.”
That causes me to smile. “You know, I said basically the same thing to Sawyer after I mailed you my name. That it was me and him against the world.”
“Now you’ve got me too.”
My smile widens. I grab her ass. “I definitely have you. How are you going to fix me?”
Without any preamble, she removes her shirt and bra. And then she kisses the hell out of me. I’m so immersed in Idaline, nothing else exists in the world at this moment. I’m not even sure I exist right now. All I need is Idaline anyway. Her touch that sends my heart racing. Her kiss lights a fire that goes straight to my dick. Being with her like this, bare with nothing between us, takes my breath away. It’s one of the best things to ever happen to me.
“I love you,” I whisper after as we cuddle on the couch. I grab a blanket to cover us up.
“I love you,” she says, kissing my chest. She lifts her head. “I’m exhausted now, though. The whole weekend and what we just did has hit me. I need sleep now.”
“Whatever you want, love.”
We head to bed, but a bad feeling of impending doom follows me. It keeps me up while Idaline falls asleep next to me. It follows me to work. The feeling eats away at me all day that something bad is coming. But I haven’t heard from Lila, so maybe she’s gone home and my sixth sense is overreacting.
Except it’s not.
As I leave from work, I find a note under the windshield of my car that absolutely terrifies me and sends me driving like a madman to Idaline’s apartment while repeatedly calling her.
If I can’t have you, neither can she.
“You bitch.” I turn just in time to catch a fist to the face. Lila’s eyes blaze with a fury I’ve yet to see. She reaches into her purse and pulls out a gun. I stop breathing. “FC won’t come back to me because of you.” Her hand shakes. “I’m going to get rid of you.”
Oh, god. My heart launches into my throat and the world swims for a moment. “Lila, let’s think about this for a second. FC definitely won’t get back with you if you hurt me.”
“Shut up!”
She launches toward me and my reaction is to defend myself. Lila lands another hit to my head, but with a brief moment of reprieve, I relax only because I’ve knocked the gun out of her hand. She either doesn’t care or doesn’t notice somehow. I’m backed against my door, her hands around my throat, and she rants. My hands claw at hers, but she’s unforgiving in her grasp.
Giving up on that, I shove her away while stomping on her foot. She staggers backward.
“You’re crazy!” I rasp.
“FC is mine! Sawyer is mine!”
I couldn’t respond even if I wanted to because she comes at me again. She hits me in the nose; pain radiates, and I feel liquid sliding down my face. I mostly try to shove her away, but I do hit her in the stomach once and the face once.
“Just get away from me!” I keep shouting. “Leave me alone!” I shove her hard, hoping to put some space between us and earn some time to take a breath. With horror, I watch as she loses her footing and falls backward over the railing. I hurry to catch her, but it’s too late. I lean over the edge and nearly vomit when I see her.
Lila’s body is impaled on the wrought iron fence down below in the courtyard. I scurry
to find my purse among this mess and immediately call 911 while rushing down to where she is.
“911, what’s your emergency?”
“I…oh god…she’s impaled on the fence,” I blurt out as I rush down the six flights of stairs, somehow thinking that’s faster than the elevator. “It’s totally my fault. Oh, god.”
“Ma’am. Is she still alive?”
