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Right hook. Left hook. Right, right, left. Kick. I swing at the punching bag like it's going to magically solve all my problems. I’m not sleeping at night, basically living off coffee and caffeine pills. I have more than enough frustrations to work out, and this poor bag gets the brunt of it.
Watching Tyeler break over the truth about Davi was worse than anything I ever imagined, but I don't think any part of me expected to get caught in the crossfire. I sat awake that night, refusing to move from the couch and waiting for her to walk through the door. But she never came.
Zayn comes in and walks behind the swinging bag and holds it for me. "I guess you heard?"
My brows furrow but my movements don't hesitate. "Heard what?"
"Oh, you're this angry without knowing?" he asks, surprised and wary. "Yeah, we'll talk later."
I roll my eyes. "Bronsyn, cut the shit and spit it out."
He sighs and lets go of the bag, taking a step back. "I just wanted to give you the heads-up that Knox is going to propose to Delaney."
For a moment, I stop moving. I can't exactly say I'm surprised. I mean, it was bound to happen at some point. I guess I just never considered that it would be this soon.
"That's why he came here—to ask for Tessa's permission, because, and I quote, ‘fuck her dad, Tess is scarier.’"
I snort and shake my head. It's such a Knox thing to say. And yet, Delaney will love him simply because he thought to ask her twin sister for permission to marry her. He really is deserving of her after all. After a second, I go back to hitting the bag.
"Good for them," I tell him. "At least someone gets a happy ending."
He looks at me curiously. "Did something happen with Tye?"
"That's a way to put it. Something is more like epic destruction with a grenade as a cherry on top."
I stop swinging. It's not helping me anymore anyway. Instead, I sit down on the step and pull the tape off my hands. Zayn comes to sit next to me.
"What happened?" he questions.
Scoffing, rage boils under the surface of my skin. "Davianna fucking happened. Again. Still."
I throw the tape onto the ground.
"She's fucking dead, and she's still doing things to fuck my life up!" I roar. "It wasn't bad enough that she faked a pregnancy and damn near trapped me in a marriage with her certifiable ass, but she has to go making sure Tye and I will never be together from beyond the damn grave."
Zayn exhales slowly. "I get it, man, and that sucks. That girl destroyed your life. But have you considered Tye's viewpoint on this?"
I lean forward and rest my elbows on my knees as I turn my head toward him. "What do you mean?"
"Well, you weren't in love with Davi," he says. "That much is obvious. But Tye has loved her as a sister since she was a kid. She may have fucked up your life, but Tye remembers more good than bad. In the same way that Jace can do nothing wrong that you wouldn't forgive him for, Davi could do no permanent wrong to Tye."
His words hit home, and he has a point, but it still hurts. "I don't think I'll ever forgive Davi for the pain she caused. Even forgetting the hell Jace went through, watching Tye find out that Davi committed suicide—I watched her break into a million tiny pieces, and she wouldn't let me help put her back together.”
“I’m sure she’s just angry. Give her a few days and try again.”
Shaking my head, my chest aches as I replay the moment that she smashed my heart with a sledgehammer. “She told me she was only with me to hurt me. That it was all part of her revenge."
He snorts. “I don’t believe that for a second.”
“No?”
“Not even a little,” he says with confidence. “I’ve seen the way she is around you. The smile that is only on her face when you’re there. How her eyes are constantly searching for you in a crowded room. If that girl was acting, she deserves a goddamn Grammy.”
He has a point, and I’ll admit that a part of me doesn’t believe it either, but that doesn’t mean there’s any hope for us left anymore.
“Well, I doubt you’ll ever see any of that again,” I tell him. “She hates me now even more than she did. And at a time when she needs me the most, nonetheless.”
"Just be there for her," he suggests simply.
I chuckle. "Yeah, because it's that easy."
He shrugs. "Who says it isn't? That girl was wreaking havoc on your life and you still managed to be there for her. I'm no rocket scientist or relationship expert, but I think all she needs is someone to lean on."
Dropping my head, I stare at the floor. "I don't know, man. She looked completely done with me. I think it might really be over."
"Yeah, yeah." He stands up. "Sulk in your self-pity, drama queen. But you'll see. She's going to end up needing you. And I think you’ll hate yourself if you’re not there when she does."
