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CHAPTER21
Imust've dozed off because I woke to her staring at me. I took a deep breath and enfolded her closer to me, throwing my leg over both of hers. Fuck, that's the way we usually woke in the mornings. I tried drawing away from her, but she wasn't having that shit.
"Please don't." She burrowed into me like she was trying to crawl into my fucking body. So I held on tighter.
We still had a lot of shit to work out, but she needed me; I didn't want her disappearing in her head again. That shit was scary as fuck.
It felt good as fuck to hold her like this again, and I could pretend I was doing this for her, but I knew it was as much for me as it was for her.
I kissed the top of her head as she drenched my shirt with her tears. How the fuck could someone who was dehydrated have so many tears inside? Fuck if I know. I held her through her crying jag, rubbing her back in comfort all the while. I'm thinking now wasn't such a good time to talk.
She was so weak she couldn't stay awake. She drifted in and out of sleep for the rest of the morning. I had relocked the door a while ago, and there was a lot of traffic out there; I had heard first her dad and then the twins trying to get in, but I didn't get up to let them in, there was some grumbling and loud voices, but I didn't give a fuck. They better not wake her the fuck up; just saying.
I texted Brian to keep everyone the fuck away, and I guess he was doing his job because that shit had quieted down. I had my phone on vibrate; I didn't need to talk to any fucking one; the only person I gave two fucks about right now was right here next to me; the rest of the world could go fuck itself. That shit had been buzzing away like fuck for the last half hour, though; I guess I should see what the fuck was up; it could be Brian, though I think if it was that important, he would've come to the door.
I had a fuck load of text from that O’Reilly broad; fuck was her problem? Maybe she was looking for Butterfly; fuck if I was going to tell her where she was. Bitch had dropped the fucking ball; the first chance I get, I’m firing her ass. It was her responsibility to protect my girls' public image. She had done a bang-up fucking job now, hadn't she? I don't believe in half-ass work. You failed at your job; find another line of work. I wouldn't pay that bitch to walk Rex.
Angry much there, Maddox? I probably should cut her some slack; after all, my own publicist didn't do much in the way of protecting my ass either. What a fucking cluster fuck.
