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Piper unfolded the stack of papers and cleared her throat. “I’m sorry,” she whispered before clearing her throat again.“Jaron, you were taken away from me,”she said, louder that time as she read her own words.“I never thought that you and I would end up together. I actually thought at one point that you hated me.”
Never. That would never happen.
“It’s been a couple of days since the police took you. Since I felt Brody’s hands on me. Since I thought he was going to…”Her breath hitched.
I tightened my hold on her.
“Rape me.
I think what bothers me most is that I had no idea. Brody was nice. Kind. I saw him help an old lady cross the street and nurse a dying bird back to life. It didn’t make sense and I feel stupid for falling for his games.
I’m not sure what’s going to happen or even when your trial is. No one has told me anything. I keep getting an ‘I don’t know’ or ‘I’ll let you know when we find out something’ but no one has told me shit.”
Piper took another deep breath.
“I shouldn’t be writing this letter. My wounds are fresh. My emotions are raw. But I’ve always kept a journal, ever since I was a little girl. So a letter is no different I guess. They say that writing letters and then destroying them after can be therapeutic. Well, I’m not going to destroy this one and I hope you see it. I hope you read it and know the pain your absence has caused me. God, I sound like a bitch. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry for Paris and for leaving you the next morning. I’m sorry for not starting whatever this is between us, sooner. Jaron, I’ve been in love with you since we were kids, but I’ve also been terrified of those feelings. Because they go far beyond love. I’m obsessed.
With you.
When you showed up in Paris, I thought ‘This is it.’ Jaron and I are going to be together forever, and we’ll be happy. Little did I know that being with you, isn’t easy. Although, being with me isn’t easy either, I’m sure.
I’ve heard rumors. Stories about the women you’ve been with. It’s like now that we started sleeping together, I’m hearing more and more about how you truly are with the women you’ve fucked. But you know what? I don’t care. I don’t care at all because I know I have your heart. Or I hope I do.”
I kissed her temple. “You do, baby,” I whispered, petting my hand over her head.
“Loving you hurts but living without you is worse. It hasn’t even been a week yet and I don’t know if I can do this. I’m not strong,”Piper continued, a lone tear rolling down her cheek.“Because I know that if you hurt me, I’ll never recover from it. That’s why I’ve been so scared to reveal my feelings for you.
Jaron, you could break me, and I know if that happened, it would be the end of me. I shouldn’t depend on someone like I depend on you, but I can’t help it. I need you. I need your stormy eyes and deep voice. Your cocky smirk and your crude words. I need your rough touch and your spicy scent. I need you.”
Piper looked at me. “There’s more but I can’t. God, Jaron. I sounded so desperate.”
“Never.” I cupped her cheek and placed a soft peck on her mouth. “I thought this would be easier. They never tell you how hard love can be. My parents never taught me this shit.”
Piper laughed lightly. “Neither did mine. My parents had it hard in the beginning. My mom told me. I’m sure most parents don’t talk about that.” She looked at me then. “They probably want their kids thinking they had the happiest of marriages and so on. But not mine. They wanted to be honest with me. They just never said how hard it could be.”
“I want to finish reading the letter.”
Her breath hitched. She handed it to me. “You can finish it on your own if you want. I just go on to tell you that I love you.”
Holding the letter tight in my hands, I continued reading it. She was right. Her words proved how upset and hurt she was. Nothing I didn’t already know was in it. She went on to say how she loved me and couldn’t wait to see me. The letter ended with her saying that she would never send me the letter but would wait for me to read it when I got out of jail. She had also promised in it that she would show me that we were meant to be together and she also thanked me for saving her life.
I placed the letter on the coffee table and pulled her against me. Petting my hand over her head, I kissed her temple. No words passed between us. We just sat there in silence. But the words from her letter dug into my heart, threatening to rip it out and stomp all over my feelings for her. She thought I would be mad. No. I wasn’t mad. Not in the least. In fact, I was almost relieved. Relieved that it wasn’t just me second-guessing everything. Our love for each other was very real but everything else made me question whether we were strong enough to get through this.
My phone buzzed, vibrating on the coffee table in front of us but I never moved to answer it.
“You going to get that?” Piper asked softly.
“No. They can wait.” I kissed her head. “This is more important.”
My phone buzzed again, the person who was calling, clearly not getting the hint.
Piper sighed, reaching for it and handing it to me. “Looks like someone wants to speak to you.” She stood, a cold draft suddenly billowing around me.
“Mercer,” I said, answering the phone.
When no response came, I frowned. “Hello?”
