Page 193 of A Lie in Church


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I walked faster, not looking back. I could hear his heavy footsteps as he trailed behind me, trying to talk to me. I opened my door and stepped in hastily. I shot him a glare and slammed the door on his face.

I heard him groan as I walked to the bed and sat down.

“Chloe, please listen to me.” He knocked on the door. “Chloe, please.”

He stopped knocking. There was a long silence. I waited for him to leave, but he started talking.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I know you’re never going to forgive my family and me. I wanted to tell you, but I was scared. I was scared to lose you after growing so attached to you.” His voice mingled with regret and pain. He paused for a few seconds. “I can’t lose you.” He whimpered.

Oh my God, he was crying.

The only times I had seen him cry was when he saw those baby clothes and when he told me about Fiona.

“You were right. I don’t deserve to be happy. I don’t deserve your forgiveness. Shit! I don’t even deserve any part of you. I wish I’d treated you better than your exes. You are more than what you think you are to me, Chloe.”

Tears tore through my eyes, rattling me to the core with silent sobs. I was an emotional mess. The vegetables I’d cut earlier must have been mixed with onions.

“Your family wants you back. It was my fault you got kicked out. I didn’t think of the consequences. Please go back to your family. They need you right—”

I stood up and ran to the bathroom. I didn’t want to hear more.

The tears rolled down my cheeks before I could stop them. I turned on the shower and sat under it. I cried as the water sprinkled on my skin. A river of regret, cycling down again and again.

I hated myself for still caring about him, for missing him even a little bit. I wanted my feelings for him to die instantly. I wanted every memory of us to disappear from my brain. I stayed under the shower, just crying my heart out. I decided to take a bath. When I came out, I didn’t hear his voice again. He was gone.

I dressed up for bed and buried myself under the covers. I stayed up for a few hours before finally getting some sleep.

I wokeup past nine in the morning. I left the room after brushing my teeth and rinsing my face. I was surprised to see Adrian at the dining table, eating. He should have been at work.

“I knocked, but you didn’t answer. I assumed you were still sleeping.” He smiled at me as I took the seat in front of him.

“Aren’t you going to work today?”

“I am, but I’m leaving here by twelve.”

“Oh.”

He left and brought me something to eat. He had lots of takeout stacked in his fridge. I stared at the pancake and syrup he’d placed in front of me.

“Thanks.” I beamed.

“He promised not to tell anyone.”

I nodded and continued eating.

After he finished eating, we watched a movie together before he left. I lay back on the couch, searching for something to watch. I paused when I saw my parents on a local news channel. My mom was drenched in full tears.Fake tears. They were being interviewed in the house. I knew that from the home decor in the living room.

“We miss her so much. It wasn’t our fault. If we had known that bastard was lying then …”

I turned off the TV and huffed. She was doing this for her reputation. I knew she didn’t care one bit about me.

I went back to my room and stayed under the covers. My mind drifted slowly to that night Karen had spilled the truth. I felt like my existence was meaningless to anyone. It was like an old wound had reopened, and I knew this one was going to take a long time to heal—or maybe an eternity.

I couldn’t stay here forever. All the plans in my head didn’t make any sense, mainly because I was broke.

I closed my eyes and allowed my mind to relax.

At six p.m.,I dragged myself to the kitchen to make dinner for Adrian. I played loud music to distract myself from thinking about Tristan in the kitchen with me.

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