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“Get out of my fucking sight before I search you,” I warned.
He took a deep breath like he wanted to say something, but at the last second changed his mind, turned and left.
There was only so much I could take. I had to get the fuck out of there. I went to work instead. I had just gotten this undercover case and decided that now was as good as any to start. I sat in my car outside the shithole bar on the other side of town, waiting to see if anything would go down. I’d been sitting there since eleven and it was past two in the morning when all of a sudden I saw Aubrey stumbling out of the bar.
“What the fuck?” I said to myself, getting out of my car to follow her down an alley. “Have you completely lost your goddamn mind?” I yelled out from behind her.
She instantly stopped.
“What are you doing here at this time of night by yourself?”
She spun to face me. “Trying to forget,” she simply stated.
“And what exactly are you trying to forget?”
“You, McGraw. I have spent the last ten years of my life trying to forget you.”
“Then that makes two of us, darlin’.”
“Right? Because you’ve spent so much time thinking about me,” she snapped.
“Lets get one thing straight, Bree, you asked me to mind my own fucking business and even though it went against everything I am and all my principles, I backed off, hoping that one day you would wake up. I was hoping those emails and phone calls would one day give you the push and strength that you needed to get out of this toxic relationship. Let me ask you something, Aubrey, how much do you truly know about your boyfriend, other than the fact he likes to use you as his goddamn punching bag?”
She jerked back.
“What? You don’t think I can tell? You think I buy the whole bullshit story of how good he is to you? How you try to pretend your life is so perfect? Come on, Bree, you know me better than that.”
“I don’t know you at all. Not anymore,” she yelled, pushing me away. I grabbed her by the wrist, stopping her from leaving.
“Is that right?”
She nodded not backing down.
“I wasn’t the one who left with that son of a bitch that night in the garage. I wasn’t the one who turned their back on me, time and time again. I was the one who’s been trying to help you for years! Jesus Christ, Aubrey, I’ve been your goddamn puppy, waiting with my tail tucked between my legs for ten fucking years. After that night I couldn’t do it anymore. The back and forth bullshit that you keep doing to me like I’m a fucking pussy at your beck and call is over.” I got up in her face, my adrenaline pumping hard.
Her chest heaved.
“But just because you haven’t seen me doesn’t mean I don’t know everything there is to know about you. At the end of the day, I’ll always be here looking out for you. I don’t know how to be any other way. So, let me ask you again… what do you know about your boyfriend?”
She opened her mouth but quickly shut it.
“That’s what I thought. Did you know that he was accused of rape in college and that Daddy the rich politician paid a shit-ton of money to save his little boy’s ass? How about the fact that he handles all the shady shit his father is involved in? Daddy keeps his hands clean by dirtying up his sons?”
“You’re lying.” She shook her head. Disbelief was written all over her pretty little face.
I scoffed. “I wish I was, darlin’. Here’s a good one, did you know that he has pussy in every fucking area code that he visits?”
She winced.
“Oh, so you are aware of that, and yet you’re still with him.” I shook my head. “Ten years, Bree, ten fucking years of your life you have spent existing. I know that you think you died that day on the trail, but no, suga’, you’ve been slowly killing yourself every single day since. How does it feel? Huh? What are you punishing yourself for exactly? I’m the one that fucked up, not you.”
Her eyes watered.
I dug a little deeper, inch by inch she was crumbling.
“I stayed away because I can’t see you hurt yourself anymore and know that you don’t care. Why are you protecting him? He’s nothing to you. It doesn’t matter how much damn makeup you use, Bree, the scars are already there, and I’m not talking about the bruises and cuts. You need help and I can’t help you unless you are ready to help yourself first.”
It was time for me to be the man I was supposed to be and get Aubrey back. I would make her mine once again no matter what it might cost me. Words always seemed to fail us so maybe I needed to give her a physical reminder. I needed her to remember what we used to share.
